[The small smile on Red Wine's face is held mostly in his eyes as his fingers brush around the edge of one of those tiny roses, then quickly move to take hold of Dohalim's hand instead. He pulls the man's fingers to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to them.
There are other things he could say right now - things he might like to say, maybe, had he the nerve - but he isn't sure that Dohalim is really ready to hear it.
Perhaps another time.]
They look good on you.
[And maybe that would be a compliment that the man would actually be able to take.]
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[The small smile on Red Wine's face is held mostly in his eyes as his fingers brush around the edge of one of those tiny roses, then quickly move to take hold of Dohalim's hand instead. He pulls the man's fingers to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to them.
There are other things he could say right now - things he might like to say, maybe, had he the nerve - but he isn't sure that Dohalim is really ready to hear it.
Perhaps another time.]
They look good on you.
[And maybe that would be a compliment that the man would actually be able to take.]