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 turned his hand a little and folded it in against Ernie's like two puzzle pieces meeting, holding hands gingerly but pleased about it. He felt awkward and a bit strange at the way Ernie looked at him but he couldn't really look away, locked in a moment unlike any he'd ever experienced before. It made his heart jump a little and he had to swallow the odd discomfort down.
"I'd love to see it with you." he said, pleased, the high lonely places ones that he tended to be attracted to in any case. He looked back at the painting but didn't let go of Ernie's hand, happy enough to hold onto it even if he did feel a little vulnerable and unsure doing so. Each tiny move forward like this felt like he was dismantling a little of the wall around him that had protected him for so long, and that scared him, but peeking out into the open air also felt good. Like he was normal, like he could actually do this like normal people did.