[ And Yusuf will protest, even if it's just a token one at that point - Frankly your obsession with my hair is disturbing, and I know exactly what kind of scoundrel you are - and knowing that, will drag Eames close to him and make good use of his hands and mouth, and of the empty shower and the hour that they have.
Yusuf would rather the scoundrel, of course; it's whom he fell in love with.
Speaking of which, once Yusuf has quieted down his brows draw together when Desta lags, also recognizing the signs of dehydration. Which is why he flicks a glance to his watch and then reaches down for his bag. ]
They're going to call the break soon, we should go down and see him then.
[ In his bag is of course water, amongst food and papers and pamphlets and the odd canister of pepper spray. Eames is the former military; Yusuf was a scientist, and despite his husband insisting on showing him how to defend himself, it has never really taken. ]
* Eames nods and stands up, stretching his back out and reveling in the feel of sunshine on his skin- even if it does make him sweat. He's never had a problem with it before, and it certainly isn't enough to affect him now. He holds a hand out for his husband, a gesture borne of the chemist's love for deep-seated papasan chairs that always make getting up a hassle.
They maneuver their way through the stands and down to the green, saying hello to fellow parents and siblings who look like they would rather be anywhere else. Eames keeps an eye on Desta's game and when the ref blows the whistle to signal their last break, he waves Desta over with an enthusiasm that will one day make the little boy have a conversation with his daddy about his papa. *
[ Yusuf take the hand offered, letting Eames help him up and shouldering his bag, nodding and greeting and smiling at the parents he recognizes and the people he accidentally bumps with his bag.
Once down on the green, he waits patiently, glad Desta is young enough right now to simply come over and not get too embarrassed by Eames' overenthusiastic waving. ]
How are you feeling? [ He asks their son, and even though Desta answers with a breathless "Fine!" he still hands him the water and makes him drink it. ]
* There are kids swarming to concerned and happy parents all around them and Eames is taken with just how normal this all feels. Desta is just another kid who needs his parents to cheer him on and tell him to drink water when he's been out running around with his friends for a while- its so normal that it makes Eames smile.
Rubbing a hand over Desta's sweaty hair, Eames congratulates on their son on his amazing goal. The way Desta ducks his head and smiles around the sippy part of the water bottle reminds Eames of Yusuf.
Before Eames has had a chance to properly recount Desta's amazing footballing, the ref blows his whistle to call the kids back onto the field for their last ten minutes of play. Desta gives Eames the water bottle and gives Yusuf a quick "Thanks Dad!" before running off to join his fellow yellow shirts. *
[ Yusuf feels his sons cheeks to make sure he isn't overheated, smiling at Eames' recounting of the play. When it's time for Desta to rejoin the team Yusuf plants a quick kiss on his forehead before letting him run off.
It's strangely domestic. To be fair, Yusuf's side of dreamsharing was never one that involved a lot of running around or hiding from the authorities, but such domestic things hadn't seemed like they would be in his future.
But then, of course, he met Eames, who managed to pull that rug out from under his feet, amongst other things.
He stays crouched, watching their son run off to his team, before he stands with a grunt. ]
I think they're quite ahead at this point. Your victory is assured. [ This part said to Eames, dryly. ]
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Yusuf would rather the scoundrel, of course; it's whom he fell in love with.
Speaking of which, once Yusuf has quieted down his brows draw together when Desta lags, also recognizing the signs of dehydration. Which is why he flicks a glance to his watch and then reaches down for his bag. ]
They're going to call the break soon, we should go down and see him then.
[ In his bag is of course water, amongst food and papers and pamphlets and the odd canister of pepper spray. Eames is the former military; Yusuf was a scientist, and despite his husband insisting on showing him how to defend himself, it has never really taken. ]
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They maneuver their way through the stands and down to the green, saying hello to fellow parents and siblings who look like they would rather be anywhere else. Eames keeps an eye on Desta's game and when the ref blows the whistle to signal their last break, he waves Desta over with an enthusiasm that will one day make the little boy have a conversation with his daddy about his papa. *
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Once down on the green, he waits patiently, glad Desta is young enough right now to simply come over and not get too embarrassed by Eames' overenthusiastic waving. ]
How are you feeling? [ He asks their son, and even though Desta answers with a breathless "Fine!" he still hands him the water and makes him drink it. ]
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Rubbing a hand over Desta's sweaty hair, Eames congratulates on their son on his amazing goal. The way Desta ducks his head and smiles around the sippy part of the water bottle reminds Eames of Yusuf.
Before Eames has had a chance to properly recount Desta's amazing footballing, the ref blows his whistle to call the kids back onto the field for their last ten minutes of play. Desta gives Eames the water bottle and gives Yusuf a quick "Thanks Dad!" before running off to join his fellow yellow shirts. *
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It's strangely domestic. To be fair, Yusuf's side of dreamsharing was never one that involved a lot of running around or hiding from the authorities, but such domestic things hadn't seemed like they would be in his future.
But then, of course, he met Eames, who managed to pull that rug out from under his feet, amongst other things.
He stays crouched, watching their son run off to his team, before he stands with a grunt. ]
I think they're quite ahead at this point. Your victory is assured. [ This part said to Eames, dryly. ]
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