"No, I mean..." he started, too quickly. "I don't mind, honestly. It's just that, what I said before, things like kissing and ...other stuff, that belongs behind closed doors. But friends touching, like what you did just now, that doesn't have to be wrong, does it?"
He should just get up and leave now before he made a complete fool of himself, but he couldn't find the will to push away from the table. In fact, his fingers twitched when he almost reached across to put Theodore's hand back on his wrist. Instead, he looked down and began picking at the dark wood in front of him. It was a better place to look, anyway. Theodore couldn't see his confusion or embarrassment.