In the split second Galo spots Lio’s hand coming up he clamps his hand down deceptively lightly on Lio’s shoulder. “Not here.” He murmurs out of the side of his mouth and nods. “What he said.” As the shop clerk walks to the back and leaves them standing at the counter Galo breathes out.

“I know how much it sucks but you can’t start burning things. For one, do you even know if they don’t have something on you? That ice out there kicked your butt.” He points out as he slowly lets go of Lio’s shoulder. But he doesn’t want to.

He feels a lot more interested than he should be. Way more. “You feel a weird pull to touch people?”