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Ernie's breath caught as their little fingers touched. It was something so small, but it focused his entire being on the tiny gesture. He looked at Theodore and it was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them and a beautiful painting. It had been years since he'd known anyone who could make him feel this way - nervous and shy and bursting with joy and tender feelings - and even though he still cared for Michael, he knew it wasn't meant to be. This, however, was something new, and in as many ways as it felt the same as that rushed, war-torn love affair, it was equally as different and quickly becoming equally as important to Ernie.
He slowly stretched out his hand, seeking out a more solid contact and hoping Theodore would meet him half-way. Every touch with Theodore felt like dancing with a bird who could fly away at the merest stumble or misstep, but every fiber of his being told him that it was worth the patience to see it through.
"I could take you, show you myself." He wanted to show Theodore so many things. "Someday, of course."