Vince was conflicted in the moments that passed between his silent whisper and waiting for Cass to say something, anything, else. He could see the tortured look on his best friend’s face and it was almost enough to make him retreat fully, entirely, and wash this all away like it hadn’t happened. But it had happened, and hopefully for the best? (Vince could be tentatively optimistic, considering things hadn’t exploded in his face yet.) Still, as Cass reached up to rub his eyes, it was evident that the wheels were turning. He was confused, likely as confused as Vince should have felt if it hadn’t all seemed just so right, so easy.
In retrospect, Vince wondered if he should be more concerned about the fact that he’d just snogged his best friend. He figured in that moment that yeah, perhaps, he ought to think a little more on it; but also, he didn’t want to deal with that thought, or its repercussions until later. Not until after they’d fully and entirely made this mistake at least. They were both going to dwell on it anyway; why shortchange the experience? Cass’ flush then only solidified Vince’s resolve and the Slytherin offered as small a smile as he could manage.
When Cass asked him what was happening, Vince wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. He might have been a touch distracted by the sound of the blonde’s voice, in all its low, raspy splendor, but all in all, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to… try and explain himself. What would he even say if he did try? Vincent hummed noncommittally instead and untucked his fingers from Cass’ waistband. Instead of removing them altogether though, he ran his index finger slowly along the exposed skin there, back and forth, thinking.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally whispered into the quiet room. “We can figure it out later.” Vincent leaned forward again and stopped just a hair length away from Cass’ face with a teasing, mischievous grin on his lips. “We’ll have loads of time since we’re not going to that Quidditch game anyway, hm?”
In retrospect, Vince wondered if he should be more concerned about the fact that he’d just snogged his best friend. He figured in that moment that yeah, perhaps, he ought to think a little more on it; but also, he didn’t want to deal with that thought, or its repercussions until later. Not until after they’d fully and entirely made this mistake at least. They were both going to dwell on it anyway; why shortchange the experience? Cass’ flush then only solidified Vince’s resolve and the Slytherin offered as small a smile as he could manage.
When Cass asked him what was happening, Vince wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. He might have been a touch distracted by the sound of the blonde’s voice, in all its low, raspy splendor, but all in all, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to… try and explain himself. What would he even say if he did try? Vincent hummed noncommittally instead and untucked his fingers from Cass’ waistband. Instead of removing them altogether though, he ran his index finger slowly along the exposed skin there, back and forth, thinking.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally whispered into the quiet room. “We can figure it out later.” Vincent leaned forward again and stopped just a hair length away from Cass’ face with a teasing, mischievous grin on his lips. “We’ll have loads of time since we’re not going to that Quidditch game anyway, hm?”
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