"All stories are funny, with the proper perspective." He chuckled and followed Mohinder in, pausing at the door (if Mohinder did) to remove his shoes -- or at least try to get the sand off. "I've equally 'funny' stories about my youth. I promise a fair exchange if you'd like."
Leaving his shoes at the door, Mohinder made for the shelves where the cooking pot stayed when it wasn't in use. He glanced back over his shoulder, eyelashes lowering and lips curving provocatively. "A fair exchange is precisely what I had in mind."
Pupils dilating just the slightest bit, Mohinder pressed his lips together thoughtfully for a moment, then collected the pot and tea and made his way back to Rupert. When he stood in front of him, close enough to touch but not touching, he tilted his head and studied him appraisingly, gaze dipping to his mouth and then back up to meet his eyes.
He smiled slowly. "Isn't that way they say, we quiet ones always are?"
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He smiled slowly. "Isn't that way they say, we quiet ones always are?"
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