Quatre smiles at him, reassuring, and reaches out with his left hand before letting it fall back to his side.
(He’s pretty sure, in the back of his mind, that Trowa’s never done this; he doesn’t want to make him feel trapped, even in slightest of ways.)
Trowa’s the closest to his height of anyone he’s ever kissed (except Olivie, before he started growing—but that was five years ago, and old enough data that he’s discarded it), so there’s a moment between when he tilts his head to the right and when he actually kisses Trowa.
It’s gentle and experimental, and his left hand comes up anyway to rest against Trowa’s shoulder.
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Date: 2010-06-21 05:24 am (UTC)(He’s pretty sure, in the back of his mind, that Trowa’s never done this; he doesn’t want to make him feel trapped, even in slightest of ways.)
Trowa’s the closest to his height of anyone he’s ever kissed (except Olivie, before he started growing—but that was five years ago, and old enough data that he’s discarded it), so there’s a moment between when he tilts his head to the right and when he actually kisses Trowa.
It’s gentle and experimental, and his left hand comes up anyway to rest against Trowa’s shoulder.