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It was with a slow and steady pace that Reacher Gilt gained the trust of the Patrician’s secretary. Initially it was a power move, but the more he hung around the man, the more irresistible charms he found within. And with time, he found himself revelling in each smile he could provoke from the other’s lips.
So he didn’t mind moving at a snail’s pace. He was with Drumknott, afterall. Sure, he had business to attend to, tearing him away from his favorite time passer occasionally (or more than occasionally, the clacks were quite the commitment), but he had all the time in the world at the end of the day. Besides, having a slow burning love sounded nice. He wanted it to grow, to build, with Drumknott.
He’ll never forget the first time he got to watch the other wake up. Laid in front of him, Reacher had convinced the man to sleep in his bed as he’d been “too drunk to walk home”. And honestly, it was a memory he cherished. Sleepy eyes blinking awake, greeting the world with a sort of lazy, lost, listlessness, and it warmed his heart for some reason. He gently brushed the hair out of Drumknott’s eyes, looking into them as the man refamiliarized himself with the world.