Agreeing with nothing in particular. Richie knows he should get back, probably pretty soon, but he doesn't feel like he wants to pull away from Carmy just yet, even though they're not really doing anything. Just standing close like they're slow dancing except not, one hand on Carmy's hip, the other sort of drifting up and down his arm. Letting his heartrate slow down. Stretching out the seconds.
When he does move, it's only to lift his hands to touch Carmy's face, thumbs over his cheeks as he looks down into his eyes. Then he leans in to kiss him again, softly and carefully, like it's something precious and fragile. He nudges his forehead against Carmy's, murmurs quietly:
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Agreeing with nothing in particular. Richie knows he should get back, probably pretty soon, but he doesn't feel like he wants to pull away from Carmy just yet, even though they're not really doing anything. Just standing close like they're slow dancing except not, one hand on Carmy's hip, the other sort of drifting up and down his arm. Letting his heartrate slow down. Stretching out the seconds.
When he does move, it's only to lift his hands to touch Carmy's face, thumbs over his cheeks as he looks down into his eyes. Then he leans in to kiss him again, softly and carefully, like it's something precious and fragile. He nudges his forehead against Carmy's, murmurs quietly:
"Hey."