Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
He took her hand without needing it. Fingers barely held and leverage sug into his knees when he stood, rather than dragging on her arm. And when he stood before her, tall enough to tuck his chin despite her little heels, he didn't let go of her hand. He held hers slightly between them, conscious of it, fingers curled without being tight.
"Let me know, and I'll come see you home." And he was horribly aware of how that sounded, like this was one of those old black n' whites where girls were walked home beneath the moon. It wasn't all that bad to say it though, the words came out just fine. Maybe here, in this place, that kind of offer felt a little less assumptive. It felt right.
When she jumped, he squeezed her hand again like don't worry and smiled.