It was silly, really. It was merely hand-holding, and yet it felt very momentous. Severus Snape didn't engage in public displays of affection, after all. Yet he felt a thousand feet tall when Lorcan lead him out of his own cottage while holding so possessively to his hand.
He was claimed. Lorcan not only liked him and wanted to be with him, but he didn't care who knew it. That giddy happiness inside him was growing like a huge balloon right inside his chest, swelling until his ribcage felt too tight to contain it.
"Not a thing. Well, Smuggled at some point to look for a piano." His fingers laced with Lorcan's as they set off. "Wherever you want to go is where I want to be."
Proof positive that he was besotted, to admit such vulnerability.