[This is a feeling that Herbert doesn't really know what to call, what to attribute it to. He's felt it before, or something very like it: a thick excitement in his chest while demonstrating his work to a fascinated Tony or Dan. Shared spirit of scientific discovery with someone on his level, he assumed.
But this isn't that, even if it feels the same.
He blinks at Tony when he presses their heads together, closes his eyes a little belatedly when their lips meet. It's not pointless, then, under certain circumstances, maybe, not a waste of better spent time when it's indicative of rare trust.]
Mm. Feel free to...take that as, blanket permission.
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But this isn't that, even if it feels the same.
He blinks at Tony when he presses their heads together, closes his eyes a little belatedly when their lips meet. It's not pointless, then, under certain circumstances, maybe, not a waste of better spent time when it's indicative of rare trust.]
Mm. Feel free to...take that as, blanket permission.