✎ } Though aware Daniel wouldn't ever deny him, the noise that left his lips at the conformation was utter joy, hopping up like a child in excitement. The owl scrambled over to the shelf that held the movies, fingers deftly flitting over the titles until he found the one he wanted. Plucking it out, he quickly opened the case and removed the DVD, and in one swift motion opened the player and placed it in. Afterwards the youth basically dived for the couch, landing on his behind with a rather misplaced bump, almost falling on top of the magi.
Hands fidgeted with the remotes, fishing for the correct one before flicking the television on, the title menu playing for him, much to his pleasure. For a good bit of time he hummed along with the music, even huffing out along with Marty during his Afro Circus bit. After a while he cut off the screen by starting the movie, picking up his plate and began to dig into his food, making a show of cutting up his fish so Daniel wouldn't have to assist him ({See? I totally know how to do this by myself!}). The opening credits hadn't of even appeared by the time he was finished with the salmon, eyes focused on the movie, almost wrapped up in it.
Shifting closer to the other body heat, he knocked his knee as discreetly as he could against Daniel's, a small sign of comfort from his end. They did this so often: small brushes, like hand grazing or knee touching. It made him buzz inside with emotions, an odd mixture of bliss, giddiness and something else he couldn't, wouldn't want to place. However, his focus began to waver partially after the first handful of scenes, now obscenely aware of the heat transferring from their knees. Noticing how Daniel sat, not too close, but enough that Clayton could see the creases from his shirt, and how his lips were, if not always, tugged at the corners, like in a secret smile. After a while the beings hands weren't moving to eat, now willing away the odd heat pooling into his cheeks.
His heart was doing odd things, and he moved his body away, keeping a bit of distance. It wasn't too great, too noticeable, but it was a bit of a gap, just so he could still his heart, calm himself. It was only knee touching. He had basically thrown himself on the other teen not even ten minutes prior, but he was freaking out from a small touch. He could still feel the tingling sensation at the kneecap, and almost groaned outwardly. "Drink," he mumbled, only flickering a glance at the other, plate placed on the sofa as he basically dashed (and skidded, but, details) out of the living room. It took him mere seconds to slide into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door, knowing it would block his body from view at the angle they decided to place it. The cool air hit his cheeks and he exhaled loudly through his nose, leaning forward. He should of been used to this happening so often, but it was as if it was the first time, years ago. Those first touches: a simple ruffle of the hair, or the rub of the arm left a pleasant burning his young mind couldn't understand without research, and even now he was unaware of what it meant.
He ruled it out as the attachment that came with contracts, but that was a lie, to himself. He'd lie to himself as long as it took. And his knee was still buzzing with nerves, and he almost kicked himself. The blonde carded his hands through his hair, calming himself. Unaware he had been letting the cold air out by standing there too long, trying to gather his runaway thoughts.
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