He's so very good like that, and Varker appreciates it even if the need for contact, to be touched is strong, its a bitter sort of pill that settles some hurt and aggregates others.
The mention of his charitable work brings a hard topic back to the surface though, distracting himself a moment longer by kissing a line down the column of his exposed throat. But that's enough stalling. His nose and mouth rest against his neck, absently giving him kisses as he speaks.
"Oscar... do you think I should finish it? Ellie's cure." He can't remember if he'd even said he'd been working on it, but cats out of the bag now.
Oscar offered a soft 'oh', a soft exhale at the soft kisses against his throat. It was enough that it took Oscar a few moments to have what Clement said, and he blinked.
He still had to clear his throat.
"Ellie's cure? Oh yes, darling. You should. Um. What cure?"
Sorry Clement, he is trying to be supportive but the touches were distracting.
Varker pauses in his kissing, unable to fight the smile despite how he was feeling. Being a successful distraction feels good in a way he doesn't often any more and he takes a moment to savor it before going back in.
"She was an immune carrier of a fungal zombie virus." Which he's sure wasn't public knowledge, but she was dead, he didn't feel all that bad about telling Oscar.
"We were working on developing a cure, Oscar. It's why I asked Norton for my lab back."
He felt the smile against his throat, and tried not to huff in amusement. Yes Clement, that was a very good distraction, and you're very pretty.
"Zombie virus." He said carefully. He had heard of zombies before, but the idea that they could be transmitted from a virus...he needed to think of that a little more. Though it was a little hard with his throat being kissed like that.
"You and her. A cure." He nodded, carefully, so he wouldn't bump into Clem or Audrey. "I- didn't know. I didn't know, but-you said it should take you a year? What would be the best way to send over the cure, spread it?"
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"I'd certainly hope so." His voice was warm. "It flows better then my soup kitchen supervisor, or something similar."
Goodness,what distracting kisses. He tilted his head back, offering more skin.
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The mention of his charitable work brings a hard topic back to the surface though, distracting himself a moment longer by kissing a line down the column of his exposed throat. But that's enough stalling. His nose and mouth rest against his neck, absently giving him kisses as he speaks.
"Oscar... do you think I should finish it? Ellie's cure." He can't remember if he'd even said he'd been working on it, but cats out of the bag now.
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He still had to clear his throat.
"Ellie's cure? Oh yes, darling. You should. Um. What cure?"
Sorry Clement, he is trying to be supportive but the touches were distracting.
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"She was an immune carrier of a fungal zombie virus." Which he's sure wasn't public knowledge, but she was dead, he didn't feel all that bad about telling Oscar.
"We were working on developing a cure, Oscar. It's why I asked Norton for my lab back."
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"Zombie virus." He said carefully. He had heard of zombies before, but the idea that they could be transmitted from a virus...he needed to think of that a little more. Though it was a little hard with his throat being kissed like that.
"You and her. A cure." He nodded, carefully, so he wouldn't bump into Clem or Audrey. "I- didn't know. I didn't know, but-you said it should take you a year? What would be the best way to send over the cure, spread it?"