He laughed, a gentle little snort of air that wrinkled his nose at the 'cute ankles.'
"Oh, I think someone might yell at you and make a crude gesture. This IS New York." But he shared the sentiment. And though his British sensibilities tended towards more understated public shows of affection, he was entertained and swept up by the idea of the two of them, men in their fifties and probably drunk off love and wine, standing in the middle of Manhattan and shouting to the top of the Chrysler Building, to the whole of Time Square, like teenagers or romantic movie stars, that they were In Love. It was elating to feel this freedom even if he and Anthony, as they were now, had never truly experienced being denied it in the first place.
His cheeks were rosy and those five words, I feel the same way made him feel warm and sweet, a little drunk on Anthony's love for him.
"Cute ankles, though," he tutted playfully after a moment. He took a sip of wine without taking his hand from Anthony's. "Anthony. Really. That's positively Victorian of you."
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"Oh, I think someone might yell at you and make a crude gesture. This IS New York." But he shared the sentiment. And though his British sensibilities tended towards more understated public shows of affection, he was entertained and swept up by the idea of the two of them, men in their fifties and probably drunk off love and wine, standing in the middle of Manhattan and shouting to the top of the Chrysler Building, to the whole of Time Square, like teenagers or romantic movie stars, that they were In Love. It was elating to feel this freedom even if he and Anthony, as they were now, had never truly experienced being denied it in the first place.
His cheeks were rosy and those five words, I feel the same way made him feel warm and sweet, a little drunk on Anthony's love for him.
"Cute ankles, though," he tutted playfully after a moment. He took a sip of wine without taking his hand from Anthony's. "Anthony. Really. That's positively Victorian of you."