He was watching him, close and careful, because this was a navigation and negotiation that Frank was figuring out how to do as he went, and Billy looked like he was about ready to jump out of his skin. He thought about pulling back, giving him his space. More than that, he thought about kissing him.
His thumb nudged up under the edge of Billy's t-shirt. "How're those drinks treating you, Bill?"
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Date: 2018-07-17 02:49 am (UTC)His thumb nudged up under the edge of Billy's t-shirt. "How're those drinks treating you, Bill?"