[ it reminds thomas of the night in wyver he'd led john to his small apartment there. tonight, the urgency and need he'd felt then is lacking, or it's softer, less immediate but more genuine for it. it's all him, them, he thinks, instead of something in the air affecting them, breaking down their resolve.
he returns john's smile, still for a moment before he spurs himself into action and starts moving.
somewhere along the path to his place — past some picturesque and nearly quaint houses and a little park — his hand brushes against john's. it's not accidental, but it isn't an attempt at taking john's hand. it's just contact. a reminder that he's here.
acknowledgement, too, of the anticipation building inside him. ]
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he returns john's smile, still for a moment before he spurs himself into action and starts moving.
somewhere along the path to his place — past some picturesque and nearly quaint houses and a little park — his hand brushes against john's. it's not accidental, but it isn't an attempt at taking john's hand. it's just contact. a reminder that he's here.
acknowledgement, too, of the anticipation building inside him. ]