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[ Q is not entirely sure how he feels about this. It's one thing to go out together in public. It's something else entirely to go to each other's residences. Isn't there a sort of implication when you're invited over?
Yet, for all their play, Q does not nor has not felt pressured into anything from Arthur. Hinted at, joked about, but not expecting. He isn't sure how he can draw that conclusion with their limited interactions. He supposes that, all in all, Arthur seems like a decent person. A much more rational part of his mind reminds him of how terribly he deals with these situations. It's-- Sex is complicated. And he should stop worrying. It was very clear they are drinking and watching movies together. That's it.
He finally knocks on Arthur's door. The address did not surprise him one bit. It's a high end trendy area because of course it would be. You couldn't live in a bad neighborhood with the kind of money Pendragon Industries makes.
Considering the informality of their location, Q is in a plain navy t-shirt, dark grey cardigan, and jeans. He raises his hand to attempt to fix his hair. What's the point? Arthur's probably seen it at its worst already from stressful days on the job. A job that should have been simple is providing a few bumps that can't quiet be solved with genius alone. He pushes his bangs further out of the way instead and waits with hands now awkwardly fiddling with their respective sleeves for a lack of something to do.
As worried as he was a moment ago, he's also rather glad. Arthur is surprisingly good company date or not. ]
Yet, for all their play, Q does not nor has not felt pressured into anything from Arthur. Hinted at, joked about, but not expecting. He isn't sure how he can draw that conclusion with their limited interactions. He supposes that, all in all, Arthur seems like a decent person. A much more rational part of his mind reminds him of how terribly he deals with these situations. It's-- Sex is complicated. And he should stop worrying. It was very clear they are drinking and watching movies together. That's it.
He finally knocks on Arthur's door. The address did not surprise him one bit. It's a high end trendy area because of course it would be. You couldn't live in a bad neighborhood with the kind of money Pendragon Industries makes.
Considering the informality of their location, Q is in a plain navy t-shirt, dark grey cardigan, and jeans. He raises his hand to attempt to fix his hair. What's the point? Arthur's probably seen it at its worst already from stressful days on the job. A job that should have been simple is providing a few bumps that can't quiet be solved with genius alone. He pushes his bangs further out of the way instead and waits with hands now awkwardly fiddling with their respective sleeves for a lack of something to do.
As worried as he was a moment ago, he's also rather glad. Arthur is surprisingly good company date or not. ]
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He nods and says no more, looking up at Arthur expectantly. It's a terrible film with loads of actually rather good jump scares (in that they did their job). Isn't that the best kind of horror film to have? A scary one?
Go on, the calm and pleased look Q gives says. ]