[The absent brush of hands is one thing. The odd stolen kiss is another. The careless abandon of drinking his thoughts quiet just for a little while, tucked somewhere safely away from prying eyes, is yet a third.
Beginning to put words to what it means when Archie's lips twitch or Bush's eyes crinkle, however, seems far beyond capacity.
And yet.
His feet are moving before he's fully finished reading the last sentence. There's William, just a few strides ahead of him. There's the promise that Archie is just beyond the next door. ]
--Mr. Bush. [His fingers catch briefly, entirely unconsciously, at the other man's elbow.] Mr. Kennedy--
[That's still where they start, isn't it? Even if they're about to lock themselves away for something he doesn't understand and doesn't trust will work, they have to start somewhere.]
yes hello this is comment #69 /BLOWS KISSES
Beginning to put words to what it means when Archie's lips twitch or Bush's eyes crinkle, however, seems far beyond capacity.
And yet.
His feet are moving before he's fully finished reading the last sentence. There's William, just a few strides ahead of him. There's the promise that Archie is just beyond the next door. ]
--Mr. Bush. [His fingers catch briefly, entirely unconsciously, at the other man's elbow.] Mr. Kennedy--
[That's still where they start, isn't it? Even if they're about to lock themselves away for something he doesn't understand and doesn't trust will work, they have to start somewhere.]