“Well,” Eliot considers it, pacing a little. “I don’t mean to imply that it’d be easy.” he does like to brag of course, but the hypothetical is interesting enough on its own that it deserves serious consideration. “If it were prepared in advance, something to store the energy in, like a crystal or a stone or a coin. And it would probably be--well, exhausting, really. And dangerous, if one weren’t careful.” An easy way to burn yourself up, firing off big magic in the heat of battle like that. It brings unpleasant memories to mind, and his jaw feels tight.
“Anyway I haven’t been here that long, haven’t had the opportunity to try an large-scale magic because the odds are good it would behave unpredictably here rather than at...at home.” He had more to say surely, but it’s gone, replaced by a quiet little sound of surprise when Jack steps out looking…really nice, actually.
For a moment Eliot just stares, and he feels a bit bad about that but it’s just that Jack’s so very lean, he can’t help being a little startled. It takes another moment for Eliot to register the question, and he clears his throat and takes a couple steps closer.
“Yeah,” he says, doing a fairly good job of sounding casual, “you look all right to me.” It’s almost silly; he honestly could have just given Jack some of his own clothes and simplified whole process, they’re similar enough in build. Eliot almost makes the offer but thinks better of it. He knows he’s staring, and even though Jack asked him to look, at this point it would just sound...untoward.
It is gratifying, though, to realize that Jack’s not emaciated, just apparently nothing but wiry muscle, so Eliot doesn’t need to worry if he and his partner are eating well enough. He smiles a little at Jack moving his arms about, because his arms look very nice, only--
“Uh hey,” Eliot frowns, seeing how red Jack’s bicep is against the sleeve of the tee. He draws closer and points at the spot. “You doing all right there? Isn’t that where you got cut?”
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“Anyway I haven’t been here that long, haven’t had the opportunity to try an large-scale magic because the odds are good it would behave unpredictably here rather than at...at home.” He had more to say surely, but it’s gone, replaced by a quiet little sound of surprise when Jack steps out looking…really nice, actually.
For a moment Eliot just stares, and he feels a bit bad about that but it’s just that Jack’s so very lean, he can’t help being a little startled. It takes another moment for Eliot to register the question, and he clears his throat and takes a couple steps closer.
“Yeah,” he says, doing a fairly good job of sounding casual, “you look all right to me.” It’s almost silly; he honestly could have just given Jack some of his own clothes and simplified whole process, they’re similar enough in build. Eliot almost makes the offer but thinks better of it. He knows he’s staring, and even though Jack asked him to look, at this point it would just sound...untoward.
It is gratifying, though, to realize that Jack’s not emaciated, just apparently nothing but wiry muscle, so Eliot doesn’t need to worry if he and his partner are eating well enough. He smiles a little at Jack moving his arms about, because his arms look very nice, only--
“Uh hey,” Eliot frowns, seeing how red Jack’s bicep is against the sleeve of the tee. He draws closer and points at the spot. “You doing all right there? Isn’t that where you got cut?”