Nikolai closed his eyes and took a moment to appreciate the sensation of his friend’s arms wrapped around him, face becoming unusually relaxed. He melted into the hug in a way he rarely allowed himself, simply enjoying the comfort of physical contact until Ferran pulled away. I’ll text it to you after you leave, then. The idea filled him with a weird anticipation, something between anxiety and excitement, that he couldn’t decipher. Their time together this afternoon felt more and more like something precious, something casually shared between the two and unusually intimate. And the photo was a solid reminder of that.
His smirk was back and he took up his position against the wall again, eyebrow raised and arms loosely crossed this time. Going to put on your shirt? Or are you going to show off my artwork to everyone in the halls? The second option actually held a strange sort of appeal. He refused to wonder exactly why.