[He doesn’t know what he’s searching for or if he’s even searching at all. It’s just something that’s happening behind his control and he’s starting to wonder if he drank more than he thought he did back at the restaurant. It couldn’t have been that much, could it? He still feels stable enough, if a little warm in the cheeks and neck. Is that from the alcohol though or the simple act of being close? Whatever the reason, Rin worries he’ll start sweating if he doesn’t think fast... and yet in his moment of panic he finds himself frozen like a deer in the headlights. Why is he looking at him, what is he hoping to find?
Are you sure this isn’t a date?
Rin only notices Sousuke’s staring back at him when he picks up on the question and out of impulse he looks off to the side. His hands don’t move though, even when Sousuke’s do, one comfortably finding purchase on his hip where it... really shouldn’t go.
But he doesn’t stop him. Or scold him. Instead, beet red, Rin swallows thickly and shakes his head a few times towards the little inches of space between their chests.]
It’s not. [he protests, voice shaking, cracking, fragile. But if it’s not, then why can’t he let go? He felt that shiver and tension beneath his fingertips, so that’s more than enough reason to keep his hands to himself. What if Sousuke’s uncomfortable?] I– [Lips twitch, failing to form the right words, before Rin forces himself to drop his hands back into his lap.
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Are you sure this isn’t a date?
Rin only notices Sousuke’s staring back at him when he picks up on the question and out of impulse he looks off to the side. His hands don’t move though, even when Sousuke’s do, one comfortably finding purchase on his hip where it... really shouldn’t go.
But he doesn’t stop him. Or scold him. Instead, beet red, Rin swallows thickly and shakes his head a few times towards the little inches of space between their chests.]
It’s not. [he protests, voice shaking, cracking, fragile. But if it’s not, then why can’t he let go? He felt that shiver and tension beneath his fingertips, so that’s more than enough reason to keep his hands to himself. What if Sousuke’s uncomfortable?] I– [Lips twitch, failing to form the right words, before Rin forces himself to drop his hands back into his lap.
Suddenly, he’s cold.]
... I’m sorry.