Convincing Confessions?

[Nox]

Life felt better. Life was better with Raffe. His. Of things that might happen later in his life, in that day, the next hour. But right now he was happy. Telling Raffe was a step in the right direction.

Breakfast was at a little diner close to Kallisti. Nox had found it on one of his early walk-throughs of the Red Light District. It probably wasn’t new to Raffe or the girls, but Nox had never eaten there and he was more than happy to share a meal with Raffe anywhere.

The kiss on their departure almost derailed Nox entirely, but his stomach hurt, his body dragged from the healing and the darkness was churning in the lust-filled environment of his head. Food first. It was a tease, but it was important and Raffe seemed to understand. And then there was the whole new arm thing. Nox ordered steak and eggs and a veggie filled omelet. It seemed like a lot at first, but his body was yelling for food. He wasn’t shy about his appetite. It could be worse.

The waitress brought their drinks. Nox picked up the coffee cup with his left hand, the handle shattered in his grasp. Nox frowned, but otherwise let it go. Just a demonstration of why Nox needed to train. He needed to relearn everything.

There was lots of flirting, filling slow moments while they ate. Nox enjoyed the little things. The way Raffe smiled, his bright eyes, the unconscious gestures — rubbing his scar, or his fingers through his hair. Nox didn’t want breakfast to end. But it did, and both plates were empty when the sun was on the horizon.

Still several hours before the dojo opened. ”The dojo has several hours before it opens, have anything in mind to kill the time?” Nox could think of many things to do, some of which were more intimate than others, but all of them required Raffe’s presence.