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Innamorato; Passionflower <3
Topic Started: Apr 10 2010, 08:22 PM (2,561 Views)
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The Brit was blissfully unaware of how his simple, sentimental words had so thoroughly stung the blond he was leaning against. It didn't take long for his eyes to flutter closed and for sleep to take him. And even worse, he had a hint of a happy little smile on his lips. Of course he'd be happy... he believed he'd just spent an intimate night with his fiancee...

He was breathing peacefully as he laid there. Beautiful, tranquil... and his heart belonging to a dead man. Sal's twin.

Thomas remained asleep as Sal went about cleaning him up, tugging on his pajamas and soon leaving him be on his bed. And the night dragged on, into the morning. Thomas slept deeply, unlike the poor blond in the other bed.

In the morning, his brows furrowed a bit. He rolled over, letting out a little grunting sound, till his eyes slowly cracked open. He looked about the hotel room, and soon spotted... the blond laying in the bed across from him. For a split second his stomach fluttered with sensation... till reality set in.

This was New York. This was a hotel room. And the blond in the other bed wasn't Paul. It was his brother, Sal. He sat up slowly, then looked at his pajamas. Hm.... seems he somehow got dressed last night. He vaguely remembered coming back to the hotel, and.. having some more to drink. "Must have passed out..." he mused quietly. He stole another glance over at Sal, and he smiled a bit. Well they ended up in different beds and him in his pajamas. Seems Sal wasn't out to take advantage of him... it was comforting.

He got up and headed out to the balcony that overlooked the city. The sky was a soft pink in color, glowing brighter with each passing minute. His eyes widened as shards of his dreams from the night surfaced, and a warm flush came to his face. A soft but sad smile. At least it was a happier dream about Paul this once. Not another repeat of that moment in the cafe when he got that horrible call. This had been... sheer intimacy.

Thomas leaned on the railing, over looking the balcony as his eyes softened. This was a good sign... right? He'd rather dream of being intimate with Paul... than when he learned of his death. Even if... memories of him still made him sad.
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Sal had eventually found sleep that night, though it hadn’t come easily at all. And come morning, he found himself waking up too early after having found sleep much too late. The sound of the balcony door sliding open roused him, a sleepy sigh escaping him as he shifted over onto his back. A frown touched his brow as he blinked open groggy blue eyes.

It took a moment for him to regain his bearings and he scrubbed his hands over his face once he had. In New York with Thomas… Thomas, who’d had too much to drink last night and had all but invited him into his bed. Who in the end, hadn’t been looking at him at all. The sting he’d managed to evade in sleep came back as the memory did. Sal kept his hands on his face, trying to settle his body even as full recall of the night knotted his stomach and flipped it upside down.

The tender intimacy… the care… the unrushed exploration and kisses, it’d been the closest thing Sal’d ever experienced to the whole ‘making love’ aspect of sex everyone sought out. It hurt like a mean bitch knowing Thomas hadn’t been giving or showing any of that to him. It’d been for Paul.

Letting his hands drop, he turned his head to the empty bed and open balcony beyond it beside him. Blue eyes traced the line of Thomas’ spine, hands tingling in remembrance of feeling every vertebra in that spine under his palms. His lips buzzed, hot, remembering the way Thomas’ felt and tasted against his. Tearing his eyes away, Sal pushed himself upright at the edge of his mattress and scrubbed his hands through his hair… it was way too early for him to feel this torn up over something. He needed a damn cigarette and some strong ass coffee. He also needed shower.

So, the blond stood and in just his boxers turned for their bathroom without saying a word to the man looking at the morning New York sky.
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Thomas had been lost in his own thoughts. He rolled his shoulders back, as he warmed up his muscles a bit, and drew in a few deep breaths and let them out. He glanced back to the hotel room, and was surprised to find Sal's bed empty. Heh, how long had he been standing out there? ... Or had Sal just woken up after him?

Walking back in, he slid the glass door closed behind him, then lifted his head as he heard the shower come on in the bathroom. Shower... right. Though he was a bit surprised Sal hadn't wished him good morning. But he brushed it off. He glanced to the coffee maker that came with their room, and a smile came to his lips.

By the time Sal was done with his shower, the hotel smelled of freshly brewed coffee. Thomas was still in his pajamas. He was sitting at the small table where the coffee pot was brewing. He had a cup of tea he's brewed (seems he brought tea with him wherever he went). He had the morning paper in one hand, and the little box of Italian breakfast sweets open on the table. He gingerly held one of the little cakes between his fingers, nibbling on it as his eyes scanned the various articles.

He'd wanted to go see the Statue of Liberty that day, and take a ride around the harbor. And Sal had seemed alright with the idea. So after Sal was done with his shower, the Brit could follow like wise then get dressed and they could be off. He stole a glance to the bedside clock. It was approaching 9 a.m.

Thomas took another bite of the cake in hand, then lifted his eyes as Sal exited the bathroom. Didn't occur to him the blond would likely be coming out in only a towel...

"Good morning," he smiled pleasantly.
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Under the shower’s spray, Sal let his eyes close and just stood there for a long time. He let the heat loosen tension and the water wash away traces of guilt and bitterness. It didn’t fully cleanse him, though he hadn’t expected it to anyway, but it did help a little. Soothed him a bit, at least. He scrubbed his hair clean and washed his skin, letting the hot water pink up his skin. He didn’t spend too long in the water though, eventually shutting the thing off and stepping out to towel off a little before wrapping up and exiting.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was a welcomed scent and he inhaled from the steamy doorway of the bathroom. Still damp skinned, short blond hair wet and slightly dripping, Sal entered their room with a towel secured around his hips and nothing more, having not thought about bringing in a change of clothes with him. He dropped his boxers on his suitcase, eyes turned up to the brunet sipping tea and reading the paper at the table where a blessed pot of coffee and a box of breakfast sweets waited for him.

Meeting Thomas’ eyes when the man turned to greet him shouldn’t have been as stunting as it was for him. He hesitated by the bed, eyeing the pleasant expression and morning smile. He couldn’t help it in the end though, when a small smile of his own curled his lips. Thomas was beautiful, he hadn't lied at all when he'd said that and a cheery morning smile from him was warming even as it stung him. He nodded his head once, “Morning.”

He probably came off strangely subdued in the way he spoke and moved to Thomas, but Sal didn’t notice it himself. In his own mind, he’d convinced himself to act normally – don’t make the previous night such a big deal and just let things go as they’d been before it all. That was the plan. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite pull nonchalant off… subconsciously, and maybe not so subconsciously, he was still stung and disappointed and hurt and in small ways that was leaking out of him through hesitant movements and half meetings of Thomas’ eyes and the almost quiet manner in which he spoke. Despite the smile, it was clear there might be something wrong with the blond, something clever Thomas probably wasn’t likely to miss entirely.

Sal cleared his throat and made himself approached the table; he’d thought to get dressed, not comfortable in his skin for the first time in a long time. But he wasn’t dropping the towel in front of Thomas, he might have before the previous night without a worry, but not anymore. It was different now. And retreating into the bathroom made him feel stupid, so he just went to the table and sat in the free chair off to the side of the brunet. He poured himself some coffee, deliberately keeping his eyes on the mug and pot and then the box of sweets – deliberately keeping his gaze off the other man.

The normally boisterous Italian sipped at his black coffee, silently choosing a small cake from the box and taking a muted bite. He leant an elbow on the table while he ate and drank, eyes on the table.
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Thomas had been all warm and pleasant smiles, though his whole body did... physically seem to stall for a second, as Thomas got a good look of the blond standing there, wet, dripping, skin faintly pink from the hot water, hair damp, and in nothing but a towel. He felt himself nearly swallow his tongue. But he quickly regained his composure.

Sal did seem a bit... off that morning. Then again, the only other time Thomas had seen the other man right after waking up had been that night he'd slept over on the couch, and woke up from a nightmare. He'd ended up clutching to the blond, with no real time to even think about if he was acting oddly or not. So perhaps... Sal was normally this subdued in the morning? Perhaps?

Or maybe it was something more...

He watched the blond approach the table, saw him pour a cup... and then there was nothing. No follow up 'how did you sleep?' questions. No eye contact either. Thomas' brows furrowed a bit, but then he smiled none the less as he cleared his throat.

"... So... how did you sleep?" he asked. He glanced down to his own cup of tea, as a warm smile remained on his features. "I had probably... the best sleep I've had in ages," he added quietly. "No nightmares. Maybe I'm slowly healing... thanks to you, Sal," he smiled to him, eyes lifting, in hoping of meeting the pretty blues that reminded him so much of Paul's gaze.

"After we finish up breakfast and getting ready, you still interested in going to see the Statue of Liberty with me?" he added. Something was still chewing at the back of his mind, something about Sal. Yet the brunet continued to attribute it to morning grogginess. Of course if this eye avoiding and uneasy behavior continued into the day, Thomas would likely have to confront the blond about it.
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Sal sipped at his mug and turned a cake between his fingers. A small shrug lifted and dropped his shoulders as Thomas spoke. “Slept fine.” He took a bite out of the small cake, chewing slowly as the fingers of his other hand tapped silently against the side of his warm mug. He hesitated again, however, when Thomas went as far as to confess how wonderfully he had slept the night before. And how he attributed it to healing and Sal’s own influence.

The blond glanced up at the brunet, finding what seemed almost like hopeful green eyes already fixed to him and watching. Sal looked to the curve of Thomas’ mouth, the pleasant, easy smile… he really liked the way Thomas smiled. Swallowing his mouthful, blue eyes flicked back up to green and the Italian nodded with a quirk to his own mouth – not quite a smile, but close.

“That’s… well, good.” He licked his lips clean and lifted his hand to scratch at the light stubble on his cheek. “No nightmares are good.” He nodded again, hand around his mug flexing a little.

He didn’t want to think too much about the implications of Thomas’ confession. The Brit had slept soundly, Sal knowing in the pit of his stomach it was on account of the sex and that Thomas thought of it as a dream of Paul. Part of the blond was glad for that… the morning after Thomas had slept on his couch when the man had woken shaken and hurting from reoccurring terrors had put lead in Sal’s stomach. He hadn’t liked the pain in the other man. But at the same time… a part of Sal bucked and protested, bitter and angry and wounded. That part had the blond biting the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping and correcting the brunet, revealing the truth and demanding proper credit and recognition.

Shifting and sighing, Sal managed to keep the scowl from is thoughts of his face and slouched in the chair a bit – knees pushing open and stretching his towel to its limits, the knot at his waist straining to hold together. He nodded and managed to get himself to look off to the side of Thomas’ chin, “Yah. ‘Course I wanna go with you.” A slight smile pinched his lips, blue eyes softening as they stared at the other man’s chin.

He’d just have to shake all this hurt and bitterness off. There was nothing to be done about it, in reality. Thomas loved Paul, he wasn’t Paul and would never be Paul, so Thomas wasn’t going to want him or dream of him or love him. Simple as that. It sucked, especially since it was the first time in Sal’ life that he found himself actually wanting all those things from someone else… but that was how it was and how it was going to be. And so, since he couldn’t get what he wanted, he’d just have to settle for what he was given… friendship would have to be enough. And in order for him to have even that, he was going to have to suck it up and deal.

“Shower’s great, by the way,” Sal chewed on the inside of his bottom lip and jerked his head towards the bathroom. “Lotsa hot water and space. You should go try it out, then we can pay a visit to Lady Liberty.”
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Thomas watched the other man. Their eyes met, during a few brief moments. Off and on... But otherwise, Sal seemed to be avoiding his gaze. Peculiar... in Thomas' opinion. But none the less he continued to smile. Right, nightmares were bad, not having them was good. His face brightened as Sal informed him he'd accompany him to the Statue. He set his cup down. "Splendid. I look forward to it," he chuckled softly.

The brunet's head tipped up as Sal praised the shower that came with the room. A warm chuckle bubbled up from his throat at that. "Really? I suppose I will have to test it for myself," Thomas mused. He drank down the last of his tea, folded up his paper, laid it on the table, and rose to his feet. "I'll be out in a few minutes," he informed as he walked past. He grabbed up a fresh pair of clothing from his bag before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

As the brunet went about laying out his clothes and turning on the shower, his brows furrowed a bit. He sure hoped Sal perked up a bit. He really still must have been... just tired? Drowsy maybe? Hopefully once they hit the city again he'd be the more energetic Italian-American he knew.

The brunet stepped into the spacious shower, and he pulled the sliding door closed behind him. He smiled as the warm water rained down on him. It felt good on his muscles. He let out a content sigh. His eyes closed as his brows tweaked a bit. That dream really had been quite vivid. His skin seemed to prickle as if Paul had really be touching him in his sleep. And his lips seem to tingle in memory. The Brit drew in a slow breath and let it out. If only Paul was here to join him in the shower. He bit his lower lip, as a playful little smile tweaked his lips. Thomas rested a forearm on the slick tile in front of him, as his other hand slowly smoothed over his hips, and down along the valley of his cheeks. A shiver trailed over his body, causing a low moan to escape...

The shower turned off within a few minutes. The door opened a while later. Thomas had taken the time to dry off in the bathroom. His slacks were on, and he was in the midst of buttoning up his shirt. His brown hair was still damp, hanging around his face naturally. He lifted his eyes, and spared Sal a smile as he padded past to grab out a pair of socks from his suitcase. He left the two top buttons on his shirt undone, then pulled the socks over his feet one by one.

"That is a pretty great shower," he chuckled as he glanced up at Sal with a warm smile. As he went about pulling on his shoes, he continued to smile happily.

"You know..." he began. "... I want to thank you. I mean I know I've thanked you plenty of times since meeting you but... Last night I got pretty sloshed. Thank you for taking care of me... and well, not taking advantage," he looked up at him with that pleasant and thankful expression.

Oh if only the Brit knew what had happened last night...
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Sal stayed in his chair for a little while longer after Thomas got up and headed into the bathroom for his shower. Before long though, the blond had heaved a sigh and forced himself onto his feet as he tossed back the last of his coffee. Hearing the water running in the bathroom, Sal yanked his towel off and patted himself off with it, drying up the last of the dampness from his skin. He pulled on some clean shorts and jeans, as well as another of his soft, rib-hugging t-shirts.

He was standing, dressed, by the glass door looking out at the balcony and city beyond when Thomas rejoined him. As always, Thomas looked good. Great. Perfect, even. Sal’s fingers itched to brush back damp hair from his steam and shower pinked face, they wanted to smooth over the front of his clean shirt and maybe even snag open a few more buttons and tease the man a bit; touch and kiss shower fresh skin beneath the fabric. He turned and leant back on the glass, arms folding on his chest and hands tucking in under his arm, and watched the brunet fetch socks and shoes for his feet while he did his best to reign in his unrequited desires.

A brow arched over blue eyes when Thomas thanked him, a frown touching his expression before the brunet explained. When he did though, the expression fell off the blond’s face along with every other possible expression. He swallowed, turning his head to glance over the table in the corner with squinting blue eyes. He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, stomach going heavy and cold.

Shit. As if he didn’t already feel like a piece of shit idiot… now Thomas was thanking him for not doing exactly what he actually had. He’d tried to take of the brunet, he had, and at the time he hadn’t been taking advantage, he didn’t think… but now… well, it was different. In a way, maybe he had taken advantage of the situation, even if he hadn’t meant to or anything. After all, he should have known he wasn’t whom Thomas really wanted or saw.

Clearing his throat, Sal knew he had to respond and forced himself to look back at the other man. His mouth pinch in a semblance of a smile, “No problem. You don’t have to thank me… shouldn’t thank me, actually.” He shrugged, “Besides, Paul…” his voice caught a little on the name, Sal hesitating and dropping his eyes to the floor. He gave his head a shake and forced himself to continue, “Paul woulda found a way to kick my ass if I hadn’t.”

Sal tongued at his teeth, holding in the wince he wanted to make. Yeah, he was sure Paul would get pissy if he didn’t look after Thomas, but Sal was even surer that Paul would throttle and maim him if he could for what he’d done with… to… Thomas the night before. The deceased blond was probably getting ready to rain fire down on him from the heavens right then and there for it.
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Thomas sat up, and rolled his shoulders back. He felt loose and warm thanks to his warm shower. The muscles were relaxed . And it always felt good to be clean. He got up after getting his shoes properly tied, then grabbed up his wallet and cellphone. He quirked a brow though as Sal insisted he not bother thanking him. And he smirked as he informed him Paul would beat him senseless if he had dared to do anything underhanded.

"I suppose so. But either way..." he looked over at him. "I trust you," he informed. Ye gods the Brit was unconsciously too good at shoving daggers into the blond's heart. Truly.

His green eyes cast over the room, as he took a moment to think if he needed anything else. His brain ran over the meager checklist. And the answer was no. He then looked back to Sal. "Let's go visit that big lady," he grinned.

Once they left the hotel room, Thomas lead the way down the street to their nearest subway station. They headed down the familiar steps and soon were standing on the platform. Thomas was in a good mood, as noted by the relaxed smile that remained on his face. His hands were in the pockets of his slacks. A few other people were around on the platform, but since it was past rush hour it wasn't too crowded, which was a good thing in Thomas' opinion.

"... Do I dare ask your opinion on where we should eat tonight? Or should I assume you're going to throw in your vote for Lombardi's again?" he teased as they stood there, side by side. He smiled to the blond. Lombardi's had been quite the experience. Good pizza, and enough wine to get Thomas drunk enough to mistake Sal for Paul and... all of that guilt ridden stuff. Maybe Lombardi's again wasn't such a good idea.

"What other food do you dare grace your palette with if it's not Italian?" he added with a bemused little look on his face. There were plenty of ethnic restaurants around New York. Truly they could try just about anything. And Thomas was up for anything. So it really came down to Sal's preference.

The train soon pulled into the station, and they stepped on. Thomas glanced around the car, spotted a set of two seats, then gently took Sal by the hand to lead him over to the seats. He dropped the hold shortly, had his seat, and patted the empty one beside him in an inviting manner. He smiled up to Sal.
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Truly, Thomas was just adding salt to the wound with his proclamation of trust. In all honesty, it made Sal a little sick to his stomach, though he managed to keep a handle on it as they made their way down to the subway. Now not only did he feel stupid and worthless, but he was guilty as hell too. Thomas trusted him to take care of him and not do anything untoward, both of which Sal was apparently really bad at. Thomas shouldn’t trust him, but Sal couldn’t very well tell the brunet the truth… Sal didn’t have it in him to hurt the brunet like that. He’d rather hurt alone than drag the Brit down too.

When asked about his food preferences, Sal huffed a little chuckle. No, Lombardi’s was definitely out of the question. Since that was where they’d gotten the wine that pretty much caused this whole mess, Sal was fairly certain he’d never be able to eat at the place again. It was ruined for him.

“Any place is fine,” the blond assured with a shrug and eyes ahead of him. “It’s your choice tonight anyway. I’m not picky, I can find somethin’ I’ll eat on any menu.”

A hand on his made him bite his tongue, eyes softening for a brief moment. This kind of contact had meant so much and had given so much hope before… now it just disappointed him, because Sal knew it didn’t mean anything. Thomas wasn’t holding his hand, it was just a means to lead and stay close. There was nothing fond or romantic or tender about it. It didn’t mean anything. Sal wished it did though, wished Thomas meant something by taking his hand for any length of time. He knew better now though, and didn’t try to wring anything out of the contact. Didn’t even try to prolong it and let his hand drop empty beside him when Thomas let go.

He took the seat beside his brunet companion and shifted to make himself comfortable with knees spread and hands resting on his denim clad thighs. He turned his head away from Thomas, looking around the cart at their fellow passengers. His leather jacket wasn’t enough to keep out the feeling of warmth radiating from the body beside him and Sal couldn’t help but feel his nerves buzz pleasantly in response – skin tingling, remembering what it felt like to touch that body and feel the warmth directly from the Brit’s skin. To be pressed up against it, flush. The blond felt the tingle of response pool low in his belly and produce an inevitable stirring of interest in his loins.

Sal shifted again, licking his lips, brows tweaking lightly as he forced his body to cut it out. Now was not the time nor the place… technically, it would never be the time or place. Thomas was off limits, physically and honestly, mentally too. It just wasn’t fair.

“So…” He frowned at himself, knowing his silence wasn’t right. He attempted to fix it, searching for something to say. He knew his fell a little short with the attempt though, sounding too detached even in his own ears. “So, where’d you learn Italian?”
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Thomas rested his hands in his lap. So any place was fine. Hm... he'd have to keep his eye out for nearby places that looked good. Thomas had the oddest hankering for Thai... or maybe sushi. He smiled a bit to himself, wondering how Sal felt about Asian cuisine. Though as a few moments passed, with nothing but the faint mumblings of other people on the train and the rumbling of the cars, the silence began to make itself known. Before Thomas could break it, Sal did it for him, which... was a relief.

He smiled a bit when asked how he learned Italian. He looked off to his hands resting in his lap as a faintly bashful look came over his face. "... I'd known Paul a couple of weeks. I learned he was Italian somewhere along those lines. So... in the attempt to gain his attention, I actually... went about studying a bit of Italian. Tapes, books, lots of practice. I suppose it ended up being a bit silly since he wasn't that enamored of Italian... But I guess if I ever get to go to Italy I'll be able to get around pretty easily," he smiled faintly.

His fingertips played along the seam of his trousers, as his brows focused on a hint of a stray thread. His fingers began to tug at it, in faint irritation. But it didn't affect his voice. "... I suppose I do silly things like that... for lovers," he smiled a bit sadly. He'd done all sorts of silly gestures of love. Though he quickly had learned that anything Italian wasn't really Paul's hot button. But the other man had had other special areas of interest. His brows furrowed a bit as he forced his hand away from the thread.

"... Including a few I'm not so proud of, looking back on them," he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. What sort of 'stupid things' could he be not proud of? ...

He shook his head as he lifted his gaze to look at the map on one of the subway car walls. "This is our stop." he informed, then got up as the car creaked to a stop. He smiled back to Sal, and headed out of the car and on up the stairs to the street. Once Sal joined him, he headed off down the street. Only a block or two, till they came to the ferry station. Plenty of other tourists were all lined up and waiting to get on the next ferry. Thomas walked up to the ticketing booth, took it upon himself to buy them two round trip tickets, then handed one to Sal. He then slipped into the line, and leaned on the railing to look out over the harbor. "... It looks so small from this far away," he chuckled as he squinted, but could see the statue across the water in the distance.
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So, he’d learned the language for Paul. To catch the blond’s attention and favor. In vain, obviously, as Paul knew the words but had no passion for them. Though, not entirely in vain. Thomas had caught the deceased twin’s attention and favor and love. Sal couldn’t help the smile that tugged him lips as he listened to the brunet; Thomas went out of his way for the people he cared for. Even at the expense of his pride. Paul had been a lucky man…

Once off the train and at the ferry station, Sal accepted the ticket purchased for him without complaint. He twisted the slip of paper between his fingers, reading over the information printed out on it. Thomas’ voice lifted his head up and he looked over the Brit leaning against the railing around the harbor, looking out towards the statue they’d soon be climbing.

Blue eyes traced up the line of Thomas’ back, Sal wanting nothing more than to join the other man at the railing by covering his body with his own. The desire to slide up behind the brunet and lean over him, trap him in securely and share the view of the national treasure and city harbor while his chin on the brunet’s shoulder and chest covering his back… the urge was strong in the pit of his stomach. But, Sal managed to hold himself back and simply step in at the other man’s side instead.

“Yah? Well, that tourist guide book of yours said she’s over 300 feet tall from foundation to torch,” Sal informed as he leant on his elbows on the railing. “So she’s about to get a helluva lot taller when we get closer.”
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Thomas' gaze remained out on the water. Though after hearing the little tid bit of information Sal exposed he'd read thanks to the guide book, the brunet tipped his head to the side and looked at the blond beside him. A playful glint had filled his green eyes as he gently prodded Sal in the side. "So you can read," he teased. Okay he knew Sal could read, but he'd not seen him reading the guide book. So he must have done it while he was in the shower or sleeping or something. He smiled brightly, his teasing all in playfulness, no harm meant.

There was certainly a different dynamic, between him and Sal, versus how it had been with him and Paul. The deceased twin and himself had been of similar intellectual persuasions and aspirations. Their teasing had consisted of poking fun at one another when they were exceedingly nerdy. Him and Sal on the other hand... they poked fun at one another for their sheer opposite sides of spectrum characteristics. Him calling the blond a caveman, and Sal on the other hand often poking fun at his accent and other gentlemanly pursuits. None of it hurt. It was all in good fun. But it was good... in Thomas opinion. Teasing meant he was comfortable with the other man. And... the fact it was a different sort of teasing... helped him to better understand Sal as being ... Sal, and not Paul.

The crowds began to move, as the ferry pulled up to the dock and began to unload then take on her new set of passengers. Thomas pushed off the railing, then glanced over to Sal, and he smiled to him as he took him by the hand. There it was again, the touch of their hands. Just a touch, to keep them together. Though as they walked, Thomas found himself glancing down to their clasped hands. Their hands fit together nicely. Like his and Paul's had. Well... they were twins, his brain reminded him, yet again. He glanced back up to Paul and spared him a silent smile.

They got onto the boat and without a word Thomas tugged the blond toward the upper deck. He soon stood by the railing of the top deck, looking out over the water with a bright expression on his face. Only one hand rested on the railing, the other... lingered in it's lock with Sal's.

After everyone was on the boat, it began to move. Thomas inhaled deeply as the sea air breezed past, causing his dark hair to flutter about his features and ears. He smiled brightly.
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The poke to his side, though gentle, was unexpected enough to push a grunt out of Sal. The blond turned an arched brow at the other man, but the expression dissolved into a quirk once the familiar teasing was out. He squinted a glare at the other man, no heat in it at all on account of the pull of his lips in a smirk – the closest to a real, genuine smile he’d made all morning.

“Yah, yah… very funny,” he huffed and lightly knocked his elbow into the other man’s arm.

So, maybe Thomas didn’t look at him and see Salvatore Durante, the potential lover. But clearly, they had developed a friendship. The teasing proved that they had. And it’d just have to be enough, Sal reminded himself yet again. Thomas wanted Paul and though he looked like him, Sal would never be Paul. It was disappointing, of course, bitterness still a sting in the back of his chest somewhere behind his heart and the sour tang of ‘not fair’ was a lingering taste in his mouth… but he could use a friend. He’d have rather explored a different relationship with the brunet, flush out some of these never before wanted desires of his, but friendship was good. It was good enough… it had to be.

But of course, just because Sal had decided friendship would have to be enough, that didn’t mean it didn’t sting yet again when Thomas’ hand found his and tugged him along as the line moved and passengers started boarding the ferry. He let Thomas pull him along onto the boat and up to the upper deck; the skin of his palm was one giant tingle, warm from their combined heat trapped between their palms. Wanting the contact to last despite the conflicting emotions it caused in him, Sal was more than a little surprised when Thomas didn’t release his hand once they were on the deck.

The blond flicked a look back and forth between the brunet’s profile and their hands. He wasn’t about to complain, but it confused Sal as much as it pleased him. Friends or not, full-grown men didn’t just hold hands… they weren’t walking, there wasn’t a massive crowd trying to separate them. There really wasn’t any practical reason for Thomas to be holding his hand anymore, and yet he was. The longer the contact continued, the less Sal knew what to make of it. Thomas wasn’t interested in him on a romantic level and there was no threat of separation here on the ferry. So what was it supposed to mean? Did it mean anything? What if it did? But also, what if it didn’t and he was just being stupid again and over thinking all of it?

Despite his struggle mentally, his body knew immediately what it wanted and didn’t waste another minute. Sal curled his fingers more securely around Thomas’, blue eyes casting one more look over the man’s profile – taking in the sight of sunlight highlighting green eyes and breeze unsettling dark hair – before following the Brit’s lead and turning his gaze out into the harbor and the national monument waiting in the distance.

“You ever been on a boat before?” He asked a beat later and shook his head. “I haven’t. Don’t much care for them… on account of all the water, you know. Don’t like being around water,” he confessed with a shrug and a slight frown down at the water beyond the railing below them.
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Thomas had been distracted by all of that water that Sal found so unappealing, for whatever the reason, as well as the growing monument seeming coming toward them... even though Thomas knew it was because the boat was approaching the large statue. He flicked his gaze over to the blond man beside him when asked how he felt about boats and water and the like.

"I've been on a boat a few times. None this big though," he admitted. "My uncle likes to sail. He owns a boat and lives in the town of Southampton, back home... in England. It's a port city. I swear he spends more time out on the water than he does on land," he grinned a bit. "... I haven't seen him though since high school," he added with a nod. He'd grown to be too busy to do much visiting of relatives and the like after he 'grew up'.

Green eyes silently trailed up and down along Sal's profile. And he quirked a brow in curiosity. "... Is there any reason you don't like the water? You don't get seasick, I hope?" he chuckled. If Sal hadn't been on a boat there was a chance he could. But Thomas would deal if it came to that. His hand still was curled about Sal's. Honestly if the blond had confronted him about it, he wouldn't be quite sure how to answer. He liked the hold. Maybe it was him pretending it was Paul's hand holding his own. Except he doubted Sal wanted to hear that. But if the other twin wasn't complaining, Thomas would gladly just let his hand remain there. Though he supposed it was a bit... interesting... the fact Sal seemed happy to comply.

Idly his thumb brushed a bit over some of Sal's knuckles as he felt the tendons and bone pushing up against the warm flesh of his hand.
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