"So that's why you have an artist's eye," Simon murmured with a small nod. He didn't actually notice anything weird about Chris not saying more about his family. Teenagers were notorious for not talking about their parents, usually because said parents were considered embarrassing or something. Or they just didn't get along, like Simon and his older brother. He rarely mentioned Jack to anyone because it hurt too much to mention the man who hated him simply for existing.
The nudge surprised him, he wasn't sure what to make of it, and so didn't remark on it, only the slight blinking indicating his uncertainty.
There was some more blinking when Chris suddenly spoke up and aired his concerns. Simon's dark eyes widened and then, slowly he smiled, and hooked a couple of his fingers around Chris' to prevent the other boy from pulling away. "I'm nervous too," he said, giving Chris' fingers a slight squeeze. "I've gone out with plenty of girls and I know what to do then, but I've never gone out with a boy and I'm petrified I'm going to fuck up and make you hate me or something, which I know is stupid," he added with a sheepish look. "I like you too.... although you know that, since I told you that night, and I've been practically counting down the hours until today," Simon's cheeks flushed and he ducked his head, his eyes fixed on their hands because he was feeling too shy all of a sudden to look into Chris' eyes. It was embarrassing, and maybe a little unmanly, to admit how much he'd looked forward to their date, but Simon felt it was important Chris knew.