[ That smile has begun a pattern of knocking the wind directly out of him. It’s even more potent with the clarity that Mark is completely unaware of what an unexpected treasure it is. Some use their beauty as a weapon alongside their blades.
Tommy suspects Mark has no earthly idea how beautiful he is.
He drags his thumb a little wistfully, a little mournfully, along the corner of that smile as his hand leaves the warmth of Mark’s cheek. But he has a purpose, even if he is immediately colder for the absence of contact. He uses that hand to pull his phone from his back pocket and offer it to the boy before him; selfishly, perhaps, he lets the fingers of his other hand remain tangled with Mark’s as he does so. ]
Here, [ He starts, unlocking the screen, ] Your number. I… want to know you, too.
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Tommy suspects Mark has no earthly idea how beautiful he is.
He drags his thumb a little wistfully, a little mournfully, along the corner of that smile as his hand leaves the warmth of Mark’s cheek. But he has a purpose, even if he is immediately colder for the absence of contact. He uses that hand to pull his phone from his back pocket and offer it to the boy before him; selfishly, perhaps, he lets the fingers of his other hand remain tangled with Mark’s as he does so. ]
Here, [ He starts, unlocking the screen, ] Your number. I… want to know you, too.