Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Theo noticed Ernie deliberately drinking where he'd drank from and that felt strange, a weird but not uncomfortable little swirl that he hadn't felt before, like an unmade smile. This was going to be strange, wasn't it.
Dinner was a bit of a touch and go plan with Theo, who had a turbulent relationship with food as it was, but even he knew that dinner was the lowest common denominator of a mature date and he knew what Ernie was offering with that. It was around people so he wouldn't feel isolated but it would be intimate enough to feel private and personal, quiet enough for them to talk and in a setting relaxed enough to feel conversational instead of interrogational. Public though, he didn't want to embarrass Ernie.
The movement of Ernie's hand on the seat caught his eye and he looked down as it turned over, a little questioning curl of body movement, a query, an opening that could be taken or left. Theo almost couldn't reach out but something about it made him do so, his fingertips just about ghosting over the edge of Ernie's palm and then his index and middle fingers curling around the tips of Ernie's, barely handholding but still something. He tried to pretend that even that small contact didn't have him trembling a little bit because that would have been too embarassing to bear. "I don't like to eat a lot." he warned, agreement to the date hidden in there somewhere even though he still couldn't look Ernie in the face.