Staring up at the sky dusted with thousands of glittering stars, Blaine realized this was the clearest night he’s seen since moving here.  One of the only things he missed about Ohio was how far into the sky you could see on cloudless nights.  A rarity here.  He was so caught up admiring them, his internal debate on taking that first step caved.  Perhaps a little too fast.  A light touch to the top of Tate’s hand turned into a grab with a too tight twitch of his fingers.  His breath stopped and he was looking down at their hands, too, when Tate spoke up.  His first few tries at any sort of sound were only mouthed words and a flush that washed over his cheeks.  Did he make a mistake?  No turning back now.  “I…um,” his lips pouted as he dipped his chin in a faint nod and cringed inwardly.  “Yes..  You don’t have to feel the same.  It’s not like that I’m expecting you to.”  He forced himself to stop rambling and squinted over at Tate, offering him an apologetic smile (because he was beyond sorry) if he just made things weird.  

@irefull ; continued from here.