“I didn’t know!” Galo snaps back and scowls harder. He leans back into the wall behind him with gestures to the world around them. “How can it be obvious if that’s never been what you do?! You got snappish when I had an issue with style but now-“ The words die in his throat.

Lio unzips the jacket and it slides down enough he gets a tantalizing view of narrow shoulders and lean muscle. The fabric slides as Lio stalks forward with a purpose to his stride and Galo is caught like a bird in the path of a hawk.

His hands fall to rest on his thighs as his personal space is invaded and he can feel the heat of Lio’s body. His eyes stay on his as he swallows hard. One finger shouldn’t feel like Lio touched his skin. His breath comes out a little faster as he breathes. “Yeah? Gonna show me or make me guess?” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest compared to how it normally fills the air.