Anthony brightened a little as Sorin squeezed his hand. It definetly was an appropriate gesture. It was silly, just how excited Anthony was becoming. He was probably just as frustrated and confused and unsure as Sorin was, though for much different reasons. He firmly wanted to stick to his new no-boys rule, and there was even a part of him that felt attracted to Sorin becuase he knew that something could happen between them. That was what frustrated him, and that was what convinced him that time would be good. He needed to work around that and be interested because he actually liked Sorin, not because he liked the attention.
He nodded, still cold, the idea of going back inside was a fantastic one. He wasn't made to survive those rough winters that Sorin had talked about, his thin skin made him barely happy enough to survive these winters that he already lived through. Biting on his bottom lip, Anthony leaned in closer to Sorin. "Good night," and pressed another light and chaste kiss to Sorin's lips.