"Sure," he says encouragingly, arms wrapping tighter around the other man. "If your progress is anything to go by, I have no doubt you'll continue to improve." And he looks forward to it, possibly more than the rest of his clients. To go from someone who was unsure of their own sexuality and what they wanted to someone fully in control of it? Yeah, Ivan can't think of anything better to help and to witness.
"Thank you." He's smiling softly as he nuzzles the man's shoulder. Maybe he didn't have as much to worry about as he thought. The problems he'll face on Komarr feel like a distant issue he'll deal with later, much later. Here and now, he can be himself and fully relax. If he's not disturbed, David will find himself slipping into a light sleep, feeling pleasantly spent from their activities.
Ivan falls into a light sleep soon after David, figuring that he's got plenty of time before his next appointment. When has a mid-afternoon nap hurt him?
It's only when his wristcomm chimes that Ivan wakes, jerked out of a pleasant dream he can't remember but seemed to have been interspersed with the smell of the man he's holding. Right, an appointment. Ivan groans softly, still holding David as he answers it and finds it's the receptionist.
"... has been waiting for fifteen minutes, can't get ahold of you, Vorpatril--"
Oh shit. Ivan curses, and struggles to get upright and answer the call at the same time. "I'm here, I'm here-- just give me five--" He needs to get David out of his office, he needs a shirt--
David doesn't even notice the time slipping by. His face is buried firmly against Ivan as he rests against him and it's not until the man's panicked moving jostles him that he realizes what's happen.
Oh dear god.
He's sleep-rumpled, but the panic is contagious and he's forcing himself out of bed with a speed he didn't think he was capable of. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there much less cause a problem. How stupid had he been? And where the hell are his pants?
"I'm so sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean--"
The other man really has no right to look that delectable after napping, and Ivan briefly considers what he'd look like after an entire night pressed against Ivan's side. The thought is dispelled quickly as David attempts to apologize and Ivan finds his pants first, tossing them over to the other man before shrugging on his own shirt.
"It's okay," Ivan says in an attempt to reassure him, just as quickly. "It'll be fine, really, I'll see you next week?"
He'll just make copious amounts of excuses to his next client, that's all.
He catches his pants and fumbles to put them back on. He's never gotten dressed so fast in his life, but he's also never been chased out of someone's office like this.
"Yes, I'll be here." He wouldn't miss it for anything. Once he's full clothes and combed his fingers through his hair, he casts a longing look at Ivan. The urge to kiss the man goodbye is there, but even he knows it'd be in poor form to act on it.
"See you then," is all he says before he hurries out of the office.
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It's only when his wristcomm chimes that Ivan wakes, jerked out of a pleasant dream he can't remember but seemed to have been interspersed with the smell of the man he's holding. Right, an appointment. Ivan groans softly, still holding David as he answers it and finds it's the receptionist.
"... has been waiting for fifteen minutes, can't get ahold of you, Vorpatril--"
Oh shit. Ivan curses, and struggles to get upright and answer the call at the same time. "I'm here, I'm here-- just give me five--" He needs to get David out of his office, he needs a shirt--
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Oh dear god.
He's sleep-rumpled, but the panic is contagious and he's forcing himself out of bed with a speed he didn't think he was capable of. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there much less cause a problem. How stupid had he been? And where the hell are his pants?
"I'm so sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean--"
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"It's okay," Ivan says in an attempt to reassure him, just as quickly. "It'll be fine, really, I'll see you next week?"
He'll just make copious amounts of excuses to his next client, that's all.
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"Yes, I'll be here." He wouldn't miss it for anything. Once he's full clothes and combed his fingers through his hair, he casts a longing look at Ivan. The urge to kiss the man goodbye is there, but even he knows it'd be in poor form to act on it.
"See you then," is all he says before he hurries out of the office.