[ There's a moment's pause, as he tries to figure what Carver is doing before he presses forward with anything else, but there's less worry of the things that would make this more awkward, at least to him. He isn't staring at him, for instance. But he might be learning him another way, and doing so by touch -- there is more want in that. It's something you have to actively choose to do.
He turns his face ever so slightly, the edges of his lips brushing the soft pad of the man's palm. ]
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He turns his face ever so slightly, the edges of his lips brushing the soft pad of the man's palm. ]
Following your lead, Mister Carver.