[It's surprising, in a way, the things Bodhi lets him get away with at times. Cassian's hands slip out of the other man's hair to the back of his neck after the question, and he watches him a moment, considering the question and what to suggest.
He comes out of it with nothing to offer, though, and leans in, instead, using a light grip on Bodhi's hair at the base of his skull to tilt his head back. The previous time they had done anything, Bodhi had been under the influence of some tension and inhibition lowering substances. Now he was presumably of his usual mind set.
It left Cassian pondering whether or not he would still want the attention, or if he would be too nervous about it to respond as he had before. It had been Bodhi who had initiated the kiss the first time, so this time, Cassian is the one to press his lips to Bodhi's.]
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He comes out of it with nothing to offer, though, and leans in, instead, using a light grip on Bodhi's hair at the base of his skull to tilt his head back. The previous time they had done anything, Bodhi had been under the influence of some tension and inhibition lowering substances. Now he was presumably of his usual mind set.
It left Cassian pondering whether or not he would still want the attention, or if he would be too nervous about it to respond as he had before. It had been Bodhi who had initiated the kiss the first time, so this time, Cassian is the one to press his lips to Bodhi's.]