[ Naruto’s going to find a curious, insistent stare looking back at him. Though once he turns his head, Bolin’s expression shifts, nose wrinkling at a puff of breath, his thoughts rudely drifting even as Naruto answers a question that Bolin had asked him. He’s always been a physical person, without even thinking about it—really, he’s never thought about it before. Even when he’d had Adrasteius with him, and the elf had been averse to contact forcing Bolin to watch himself, it had just become another habit. He doesn’t reflect on his tendency to embrace his friends, or reach out to others as a means of comfort.
But Naruto is close, the kind of close that he gets from Varrick when the other man gets excited and blatantly invades his personal space. Except it’s not exactly that kind of close, because it doesn’t come from a blatant disregard for others in the face of one’s own excitement. It’s different. Different enough that he notices. ]
Really? [ He frowns, tilting his head away as he replies so that he’s not breathing his response over Naruto’s face. ] Even though the war you’re fighting is over?
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But Naruto is close, the kind of close that he gets from Varrick when the other man gets excited and blatantly invades his personal space. Except it’s not exactly that kind of close, because it doesn’t come from a blatant disregard for others in the face of one’s own excitement. It’s different. Different enough that he notices. ]
Really? [ He frowns, tilting his head away as he replies so that he’s not breathing his response over Naruto’s face. ] Even though the war you’re fighting is over?