Ossie's jaw tightens and suddenly the whole bally thing turns to ashes in his mouth. That of course Giles wouldn't be willing to give up his beloved work to be with him- that he'd just expect Ossie to be all too happy to play the role of a monster expecting him to do everything without pay, to... exploit him like that. It burns at the back of his throat and for a moment he has half a mind to vacate his own blasted bed.
But... before Ossie had exunted stage right, that Johnny chappie had said something about... a labour of love. He couldn't envision it, couldn't wrap his head around it at first, and Giles will have to forgive him a long few moments of thoughtful silence.
Finally, at last, something clicks together in his mind. If Giles were to suddenly refuse to sleep with him because it was something expected in Arcadia, it... would likely sting, wouldn't it? That he was free to do the activity with whomever he pleased under any circumstances was a measure of his freedom- and while many shunned it afterwards, Ossie had always preferred an affirmative approach, doing it because he chose and finding enjoyment in it that had been taken from him during his durance. Giles could have easily found other work through Winter or otherwise with that fish-fed brain of his...
Christ, to have blatantly ignored such an act of love for so long.
"You... truly do enjoy it, then? Honestly? And you'd tell me if you ever stopped wanting to?"
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Ossie's jaw tightens and suddenly the whole bally thing turns to ashes in his mouth. That of course Giles wouldn't be willing to give up his beloved work to be with him- that he'd just expect Ossie to be all too happy to play the role of a monster expecting him to do everything without pay, to... exploit him like that. It burns at the back of his throat and for a moment he has half a mind to vacate his own blasted bed.
But... before Ossie had exunted stage right, that Johnny chappie had said something about... a labour of love. He couldn't envision it, couldn't wrap his head around it at first, and Giles will have to forgive him a long few moments of thoughtful silence.
Finally, at last, something clicks together in his mind. If Giles were to suddenly refuse to sleep with him because it was something expected in Arcadia, it... would likely sting, wouldn't it? That he was free to do the activity with whomever he pleased under any circumstances was a measure of his freedom- and while many shunned it afterwards, Ossie had always preferred an affirmative approach, doing it because he chose and finding enjoyment in it that had been taken from him during his durance. Giles could have easily found other work through Winter or otherwise with that fish-fed brain of his...
Christ, to have blatantly ignored such an act of love for so long.
"You... truly do enjoy it, then? Honestly? And you'd tell me if you ever stopped wanting to?"