Alec could be bold, when it suited him to be. And being near Molly suited him, maybe more than anything had since he'd gotten to Night Vale. He chuckled at the coy smile, the way Molly said he was flexible. His tongue flickered out to wet his lips and he looked down at the floor for a moment. But Molly had his attention again, catching his hand.
He found that he really didn't want to let him go. He turned his hand over, slowly, until they were palm to palm. Alec had gone for very long stretches of his life without being touched at all, but now he found he could be a glutton for it.
"What's the other half?" he asked him, quirking a brow.