If I dropped you off right at the door, I couldn't do this, right?
[ his next action is just the same as it had been at the dance, too - he takes their hand and leans down to press a kiss against their knuckles. This time, though, there's no mischievous smile or cocky teasing; his eyes are closed reverently, and the moment lingers a little longer than a simple friendly goodbye should. Because, of course, it's more than that. Reality's setting in now - not that he hadn't been aware before, but really setting in - that he's allowed to do this; he can do more than just think about touching them before chasing the idea away. He can hold them without needing an excuse. If he bends down to kiss them, they'll reach up to kiss him back. That reality. Now he has to let them go, but when tomorrow comes he can come back to them without any curse or town magic opening the path for him.
Lupin's a confident man; he wouldn't have done any of this if he didn't believe it would end as he hoped. But he's still just a man, and a young one. His heart beats faster, happier, and as cool as he tries to keep his expression, there's an excitement in his eyes when he raises them towards Cairngorm again and an eagerness in his smile he can't entirely hide. His other hand covers theirs when he lowers it, holding it gently between his own. ]
I'll come see you again tomorrow. [ despite what he'd said earlier, about disappearing, that's worded like a promise, too, with that same heat - like he'll make it happen no matter what. ] Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Cairngorm.
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[ his next action is just the same as it had been at the dance, too - he takes their hand and leans down to press a kiss against their knuckles. This time, though, there's no mischievous smile or cocky teasing; his eyes are closed reverently, and the moment lingers a little longer than a simple friendly goodbye should. Because, of course, it's more than that. Reality's setting in now - not that he hadn't been aware before, but really setting in - that he's allowed to do this; he can do more than just think about touching them before chasing the idea away. He can hold them without needing an excuse. If he bends down to kiss them, they'll reach up to kiss him back. That reality. Now he has to let them go, but when tomorrow comes he can come back to them without any curse or town magic opening the path for him.
Lupin's a confident man; he wouldn't have done any of this if he didn't believe it would end as he hoped. But he's still just a man, and a young one. His heart beats faster, happier, and as cool as he tries to keep his expression, there's an excitement in his eyes when he raises them towards Cairngorm again and an eagerness in his smile he can't entirely hide. His other hand covers theirs when he lowers it, holding it gently between his own. ]
I'll come see you again tomorrow. [ despite what he'd said earlier, about disappearing, that's worded like a promise, too, with that same heat - like he'll make it happen no matter what. ] Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Cairngorm.