[cont'd from NYE]
Peter looks down at their joined hands and feels a tandem pull of anticipation and worry, but the warmth from Lionel's palm gives him solace and he smiles to himself, a subdued sort of look before gesturing to the hallway. "Lead on, ragazzo."
Lionel smiles back at Peter over his shoulder at that, and he squeezes Peter's hand lightly. Once they're down the hall, the noise quiets down some. He stops at his door, and turns to face Peter before going in.
He's almost sort of nervous, and he wants to ask a million questions, most of which amount to are you sure, but he can't actually bring himself to say anything.
Peter turns to look over Lionel, heart rabbiting away to the tune of staccato half-beats and he closes his eyes momentarily, easing in to take Lionel's hand and press it over his own heart. "Don't take this as a sign I'm not willing," he adds commentary to that movement.
Lionel smiles back at Peter over his shoulder at that, and he squeezes Peter's hand lightly. Once they're down the hall, the noise quiets down some. He stops at his door, and turns to face Peter before going in.
He's almost sort of nervous, and he wants to ask a million questions, most of which amount to are you sure, but he can't actually bring himself to say anything.
Peter turns to look over Lionel, heart rabbiting away to the tune of staccato half-beats and he closes his eyes momentarily, easing in to take Lionel's hand and press it over his own heart. "Don't take this as a sign I'm not willing," he adds commentary to that movement.