Lechance

He had to admit, he was nervous. Going to an Ascendant's home, unchaperoned, for the first time in, well. Since the last time.

He'd made a stop near the river to think, and it had heartened him considerably. He remembered that first, fleeting kiss, and the touches in the bar, and it had gotten easier and easier to get himself up off the branch he was sitting on and head to Obediah's home.

He carried himself up the stairs, hands clutched behind his back to keep them still, and finally -- only ten minutes late -- he knocked on the door.