( He points a thumb over his shoulder toward the door. )
Nah, actually, I think I'm gonna go...
( If it weren't obvious enough that he's joking by his playful tone or expression, he's completely betrayed by the skin to skin contact. Through their linked hands come that feeling of a skipped heartbeat, entirely prompted by the sudden turn into his space. It's a comma in between the buzzing feeling of pleasure and interest -- and the constant baseline beneath it all, hopefully easy to ignore, that is made up of his general discomfort at putting everything he's feeling on display like this. Mainly the whole tipping his hand about how deep this stupid crush runs. It's embarrassing, sue him, he likes to play it cool. )
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Nah, actually, I think I'm gonna go...
( If it weren't obvious enough that he's joking by his playful tone or expression, he's completely betrayed by the skin to skin contact. Through their linked hands come that feeling of a skipped heartbeat, entirely prompted by the sudden turn into his space. It's a comma in between the buzzing feeling of pleasure and interest -- and the constant baseline beneath it all, hopefully easy to ignore, that is made up of his general discomfort at putting everything he's feeling on display like this. Mainly the whole tipping his hand about how deep this stupid crush runs. It's embarrassing, sue him, he likes to play it cool. )