“Mm..” He hummed in agreement, taking the younger man’s hand in his own. The King had his fingerless gloves on, but warmth still seeped through the fabric. His grip was firm, but not tight.
He watched him closely for a moment before turning his gaze away, tugging on his hand and beginning to walk. “… I have not shown you around, have I?”
There were several things Hush could have said to The Batter while he was stared at. Several ways to tell him he hadn’t showed him around at all and how that sort of thing was quite alright. He hadn’t expected him to and certainly didn’t think it necessary. However, when that gaze fell away from him, all that came out was a quiet, polite “no.” Hush was getting what he wanted, which was to hold hands, and giving him a tour must had been the least awkward way to carry out the task for the other man. He smiled as he was pulled along.
Really. This Batter had a way of making him genuinely feel at ease and uncertain all at once; the conflicting feelings a pleasant sort of thrill.
“Tell me…” Red eyes bore into The Batter’s back. “If this is how your grip normally is, then, does it hurt when you squeeze?” Teasing him, nothing more.
This was how he passed the time.
Fingers clenched, holding on to that firm grip, but it was not done because Hush wanted him to tighten his hold on him in return. Things simply felt nice like this. The warmth their hands created more than just pleasant, especially when he squeezed.
