@fawcettm: told people to reply to his starter & since everyone knows that I am not following any rules ever, I’m gonna make a random starter, we kind of but not really talked about before instead. You’re welcome.
A SILENT SIGH LEAVES THE MALES LIPS, unhearable for the male in front of him & grey eyes fix on the chocolate colored hair, long fingers are slowly, softly running through. His look, stormcloud irises slightly narrowed, wandering over the dark strains, he is currently combing through, is CONCERNED. He doesn’t know what Steves PROBLEM is. He doesn’t know what is up with him, has no idea, why he acts the way he does & it’s concering - Concerning, because usually, Steve isn’t like this, isn’t the moody, broody sad type. The Hufflepuff prefect worries about his friends & he definitely worries about Steve, being this way without actually saying what is wrong. Males forehead rests against Cedrics strong chest, one of the Hufflepuffs long arms is wrapped around Steves shoulders, while the long fingers of his other hand still, slowly comfort the student, softly BRUSHING through long hair. He doesn’t know if his fondling is helpful to the brunette male at all - But since Steve isn’ really fighting the affection, Cedric offers him, he thinks that it at least wont make the males condition any worse. “You wanna talk to me, Steve? What . . . what’s wrong?”
