For all the assurances and the having a fantastic time and everything they had just done, there had still been a voice in Theo’s head warning him that Lestrange hadn’t actually been serious. So it took him reaffirming it now, this time without prompting, for it to actually sink in. “Oh, thank Christ,” Theo exclaimed, utterly artlessly, “- good, I’m glad, me too.” And if the relief was also embarrassingly visible in the way his shoulders had relaxed, presumably the sentiment I’m new at this or I have no idea what this means or I don’t know where we go from here was clear in it too, and enough excuse for that bout of awkwardness and all his second-guessing.
But, see, Lestrange had gone awkward and shy too, and - whether or not he had done this before or even did this all the time - being shy was weird for him. The seeker didn’t care if he loitered at the stadium after-hours or pulled out cigarettes in the spectator boxes or let himself into the locked sponsor’s office, so. What was his excuse now?
Theodore’s grin broadened. Okay, this could be - okay. Because if neither of them had any plans to tell anyone, there was no reason it would blow up on them. And if they had both enjoyed it, and they already saw each other regularly anyway... well, there was nothing to stop them from doing it again. Was there?
He eyed Lestrange for a moment, with a sudden disconcerting spark of confidence. Deciding to lean into it (and the feeling in his chest, and the unforeseen thrill he had found in touching him today), Theo swallowed and shifted his leg from where he sat, just far enough across to nudge the seeker with his knee - lightly, playfully, to make sure he was still looking this way. “So... maybe I’ll meet you after your next practice, and we can...?” he suggested, trailing off hopefully.
But, see, Lestrange had gone awkward and shy too, and - whether or not he had done this before or even did this all the time - being shy was weird for him. The seeker didn’t care if he loitered at the stadium after-hours or pulled out cigarettes in the spectator boxes or let himself into the locked sponsor’s office, so. What was his excuse now?
Theodore’s grin broadened. Okay, this could be - okay. Because if neither of them had any plans to tell anyone, there was no reason it would blow up on them. And if they had both enjoyed it, and they already saw each other regularly anyway... well, there was nothing to stop them from doing it again. Was there?
He eyed Lestrange for a moment, with a sudden disconcerting spark of confidence. Deciding to lean into it (and the feeling in his chest, and the unforeseen thrill he had found in touching him today), Theo swallowed and shifted his leg from where he sat, just far enough across to nudge the seeker with his knee - lightly, playfully, to make sure he was still looking this way. “So... maybe I’ll meet you after your next practice, and we can...?” he suggested, trailing off hopefully.
