That move surprised Ethan. First, he had expected an attack. His muscles tensed as Davan moved forward. And then, Davan started laughing. Ethan blinked, his hands automatically moved to clutch Davan's shoulders. He pushed the boy away from him to stare at him with a bewildered gaze.
Some long moments passed, as Ethan attempted to discern what was going through that pretty little (and possibly crazed) head. Finally, he moved his hand to tug at the fabric of Davan's hoodie. "Where did you get this?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.