[ His initial reaction is shock, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, and in the moment he feels Danny tangling their fingers together, it's not because it feels dangerous. Tim has taken eagerly to the new norms of this place, so profoundly different from 1950s Washington that it feels like a different universe entirely, but despite adapting quickly, he is keenly aware of the fact that he's never held another man's hand out in broad daylight. Maybe even outside at all. It should be alarming that it's Danny, but he's a little too swept up in it, the novelty and the attention and the atmosphere (end of summer, approaching the cooler months, his favorite time of year).
He squeezes, his softer hand forming a ball along with Danny's. Tim's eyes are almost always gentle, and it's no exception now. ]
That's a relief. Your sight is probably better than mine. Lead the way?
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He squeezes, his softer hand forming a ball along with Danny's. Tim's eyes are almost always gentle, and it's no exception now. ]
That's a relief. Your sight is probably better than mine. Lead the way?