Louis inwardly groaned and Davies started to walk toward them, and looked around busily, trying to seem nonchalant, even when as he reached them. "Oh, Davies, didn't see you there! How...uh...how are you," he asked slowly.
Louis muffled his exasperation. Of course, Davies would say it like that, in way that used to make him think he was the only person in the world that mattered. And the slight touch on his bare wrist was like a fish line, and he was caught.
With a frown, he followed Davies where he was leading, but retracted his wrist when he did so. He had to make sure to be persistently rigid, or they'd end up kissing, or worse, even.