[He's not expecting Joseph to pull him close. Maybe he should be. That's the point, after all, isn't it, of keeping quiet about this: that things won't change, that he'll be able to get and give the same comfort he's used to. It's not selfless at all. He just doesn't want things to change.]
[He freezes when Joseph wraps his arms around him, stock-still and startled for a moment, although his chin rests automatically on Joseph's shoulder, his gaze falling to the floor. Slowly, he relaxes, wraps his arms loosely around Joseph's waist, feeling the beginnings of guilt crop up in him, too, not for getting upset but for hurting Joseph as badly as he did.]
It's just not funny.
[His voice is quiet, then muffled on the last word as he presses his face into Joseph's shoulder. This is so stupid. He wants to get off this ship, right now.]
spam;
[He freezes when Joseph wraps his arms around him, stock-still and startled for a moment, although his chin rests automatically on Joseph's shoulder, his gaze falling to the floor. Slowly, he relaxes, wraps his arms loosely around Joseph's waist, feeling the beginnings of guilt crop up in him, too, not for getting upset but for hurting Joseph as badly as he did.]
It's just not funny.
[His voice is quiet, then muffled on the last word as he presses his face into Joseph's shoulder. This is so stupid. He wants to get off this ship, right now.]