"Need I remind you that I was the one who did the actual frying? Unless you're hiding something in your fingers that I don't know about."
John ignores the rest of the complaint, instead grabbing one of Midnighter's hands in his own and turning it over in his hands as if inspecting for tiny hidden flamethrowers. Once he's thoroughly certain that there's nothing hidden in M's hand, yet still not quite satisfied, he moves on to the arm to likewise inspect it through touch.
Midnighter rolls his eyes, but he's still grinning. "Feeling dramatic, huh?" He's at a good vantage point to reach over and run his knuckles down the length of John's jaw, feeling the stubble there.
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John ignores the rest of the complaint, instead grabbing one of Midnighter's hands in his own and turning it over in his hands as if inspecting for tiny hidden flamethrowers. Once he's thoroughly certain that there's nothing hidden in M's hand, yet still not quite satisfied, he moves on to the arm to likewise inspect it through touch.
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