Cisco's heart (which has been making itself known repeatedly since the
date started) leaps in his chest when Hartley frowns softly at the
disconnect of their hands. Cisco's always been a late bloomer, and
he's often worried in his adult life if the way he behaves in romantic
situations comes across as occasionally juvenile. But the fact that
Hartley not only initiated the handholding but also seems sad to see
it end makes Cisco feel like he's doing things right. If it wasn't for
their food being here he'd hold on to Hartley's hand all night, and he
has a heady thought of them walking along the street after their meal
is over, hand in hand, looking for all the world to see like a couple.
It's still early, but the idea of being like that with Hartley makes
his heart soar.
Unwrapping his chopsticks, Cisco smiles across the table at Hartley,
full to the brim with happiness. "We can talk more about your flute
when you show it to me later," Cisco says, using his chopsticks to
give his noodles a stir. "In the meantime, tell me more about you," he
suggests, eager to learn everything he can about Hartley. "Like, what
kind of music to you listen to? What kinds of movies do you like? What
do you do for fun?"
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Date: 2016-07-15 05:28 am (UTC)Cisco's heart (which has been making itself known repeatedly since the date started) leaps in his chest when Hartley frowns softly at the disconnect of their hands. Cisco's always been a late bloomer, and he's often worried in his adult life if the way he behaves in romantic situations comes across as occasionally juvenile. But the fact that Hartley not only initiated the handholding but also seems sad to see it end makes Cisco feel like he's doing things right. If it wasn't for their food being here he'd hold on to Hartley's hand all night, and he has a heady thought of them walking along the street after their meal is over, hand in hand, looking for all the world to see like a couple. It's still early, but the idea of being like that with Hartley makes his heart soar.
Unwrapping his chopsticks, Cisco smiles across the table at Hartley, full to the brim with happiness. "We can talk more about your flute when you show it to me later," Cisco says, using his chopsticks to give his noodles a stir. "In the meantime, tell me more about you," he suggests, eager to learn everything he can about Hartley. "Like, what kind of music to you listen to? What kinds of movies do you like? What do you do for fun?"