For a second, just one, he almost tried to keep hold of Tris, wanting to continue to pet the material at his back, but he had to go. He couldn't just hold things forever, or as long as he wanted to. Cian had learned that the hard way several times over. Would all of this be something that would add to that? He was already enjoying his time in New York...
Nothing more was said as he started to follow the other Malkavian back through the crowd, his fingers playing along Tristian's thinner ones as they went. Such a short journey it became, however, before the younger of them turned and came back, pressing his lips into the elder's cheek before squeezing him once more and turning back around, like nothing had happened. What was all of that?
Once they got to the bar, he didn't let go until Tris did. "What was that?" It wasn't anything like what he'd been doing earlier, but it had been something, right?