"Oh yeah," Lee replies, and he lets a hand wander to Connor's side, the first touch beyond the hand shake and the little nudges of guidance. "And it's a long one," he adds, grinning as he acknowledges the cheesiness of what he's said.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Lee doesn't rush to back off. He turns his head, brushing the tip of his nose over Connor's forehead before shifting easily back. In the hall, he tries to breathe, to calm himself just a fraction. It's been a while, and the last thing he wants to do is get over excited and embarrass himself around someone that's easily a decade younger than he is.
At his door, he unlocks the bolt and waves Connor inside. His apartment is very sparsely furnished, a table and chairs, a mattress on the floor, a small Buddhist shrine. The place is nice, though, for a studio, with a big kitchen with a gas range, wood floors, muted track lighting. In the corner there's a large wine rack, stocked to the gills.
He closes the door behind them, then crosses to the wine rack. "Red's okay?"
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Date: 2015-11-15 09:58 pm (UTC)From:The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Lee doesn't rush to back off. He turns his head, brushing the tip of his nose over Connor's forehead before shifting easily back. In the hall, he tries to breathe, to calm himself just a fraction. It's been a while, and the last thing he wants to do is get over excited and embarrass himself around someone that's easily a decade younger than he is.
At his door, he unlocks the bolt and waves Connor inside. His apartment is very sparsely furnished, a table and chairs, a mattress on the floor, a small Buddhist shrine. The place is nice, though, for a studio, with a big kitchen with a gas range, wood floors, muted track lighting. In the corner there's a large wine rack, stocked to the gills.
He closes the door behind them, then crosses to the wine rack. "Red's okay?"