[Joseph isn't sure what Caesar is asking exactly, or rather he doesn't know specifically what Caesar is asking is okay or not. He doubts it has anything to do with whether or not it's okay to kiss Joseph when they're already well past that. But asking that question means that Caesar's looking for some kind of reassurance and it seems a little impossible to provide it to him if Joseph doesn't know what he needs or wants it for in the first place.]
[There's hardly any time to think about it before Caesar is kissing him again and it seems that perhaps Joseph has found his answer in Caesar's kiss. He laughs at himself into the kiss, soft, gentle, and quiet in ways that Joseph rarely ever is. As ready as he was to try and figure out the right thing to say to let Caesar know it's okay, that's really all he needs to say. Once again, it's the simplest thing that's the best answer. He doesn't tell Caesar it's okay in words, but it's there in the way he kisses Caesar back and the way his fingers card through Caesar's hair. He doesn't treat Caesar like he's breakable, but certainly like he's important and precious to Joseph.]
[Because he simply is.]
[Joseph doesn't know if he could have managed all the things that happened back home and everything that's happened since he arrived in the city without Caesar here. Maybe he could have, but probably nowhere near close to as well as he has because Caesar's kept Joseph both distracted and secure when he's needed it. Joseph's still not really sure how much stock he puts into fate, but they're two parts of a greater whole now and they feel inevitable. But unlike all the other inevitables that have hung over Joseph's head at one point or another, this one doesn't feel scary. It feels larger than the both of them. It feels like something Joseph is a half-second away from being swept up in and losing all control over. But it's not scary.]
[Joseph's hand leaves Caesar's hair as he breaks off the kiss. For just a moment, Joseph rests his forehead on Caesar's with his eyes closed and seems perfectly content to stay just like that. He probably could. But he does open his eyes and he runs his knuckles gently along Caesar's cheek, the pad of his thumb running a light trail just behind. He doesn't bother with saying a word.]
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[There's hardly any time to think about it before Caesar is kissing him again and it seems that perhaps Joseph has found his answer in Caesar's kiss. He laughs at himself into the kiss, soft, gentle, and quiet in ways that Joseph rarely ever is. As ready as he was to try and figure out the right thing to say to let Caesar know it's okay, that's really all he needs to say. Once again, it's the simplest thing that's the best answer. He doesn't tell Caesar it's okay in words, but it's there in the way he kisses Caesar back and the way his fingers card through Caesar's hair. He doesn't treat Caesar like he's breakable, but certainly like he's important and precious to Joseph.]
[Because he simply is.]
[Joseph doesn't know if he could have managed all the things that happened back home and everything that's happened since he arrived in the city without Caesar here. Maybe he could have, but probably nowhere near close to as well as he has because Caesar's kept Joseph both distracted and secure when he's needed it. Joseph's still not really sure how much stock he puts into fate, but they're two parts of a greater whole now and they feel inevitable. But unlike all the other inevitables that have hung over Joseph's head at one point or another, this one doesn't feel scary. It feels larger than the both of them. It feels like something Joseph is a half-second away from being swept up in and losing all control over. But it's not scary.]
[Joseph's hand leaves Caesar's hair as he breaks off the kiss. For just a moment, Joseph rests his forehead on Caesar's with his eyes closed and seems perfectly content to stay just like that. He probably could. But he does open his eyes and he runs his knuckles gently along Caesar's cheek, the pad of his thumb running a light trail just behind. He doesn't bother with saying a word.]