[ Matt allows him to lead them along, enjoying the proximity the contact allows, and the warmth shared from it. ] Red. I remember what that looks like.
[ He feels his hand taken to be moved to the canvas. He lets his fingers brush along Clark's, licking his lips a little at the surprise of his closeness. He feels along the new piece, his own heartbeat picking up a little. ]
Can you describe the colors to me? [ His other had still rests on his cane, and he's never wanted more than to just chuck it away and anchor on to Clark. ]
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[ He feels his hand taken to be moved to the canvas. He lets his fingers brush along Clark's, licking his lips a little at the surprise of his closeness. He feels along the new piece, his own heartbeat picking up a little. ]
Can you describe the colors to me? [ His other had still rests on his cane, and he's never wanted more than to just chuck it away and anchor on to Clark. ]