Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
He was almost tempted to roll his hand over, to feel the short hairs of Ragnar's beard rubbing against his palm and fingertips instead of his knuckles, but he wasn't sure if Ragnar wouldn't lick across his palm like he had to do with the Seer. Instead his fingers spread slightly, letting the short hairs rub between his fingers. "I can come whenever you like now, you don't have to visit a church -- unless you want to." He expected Ragnar would not, as they were not the bastions of knowledge they once had been.
His fingers felt cooler without being in the grip of Ragnar's. "Make your notes. I have no plans for the evening--" If Ragnar would prefer the reality of his presence to his memories.
"An hour, and then I will come looking for you," he promised with a smile, head ducking a little at the kiss to his cheek. An hour wasn't long to explore, but it would be enough to see the major things before he got too eager to see Ragnar again. Though he didn't need it, he took Ragnar's hand anyway and let him lead them out back into the museum proper so he could begin his exploration.
"See you soon," he promised when they finally parted and he went to find the church Ragnar had mentioned.