Everrett sniffed and delicately dabbed the end of his nose with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. He smiled softly, carefully brushing his fingers against the back of Ky's hand where it rested on his knee.
"I wasn't asking you to be my boyfriend, back then," he explained, trying to gently justify himself and clear things up. "I'm just trying to make sense of everything."
He looked around, his gaze honing in on the silver flask, tipped on its side and a yard or so away from them. Luckily the lid was screwed on tightly. "Maybe we should go outside, I can walk you home?"