Llewellyn was about to answer, because of course he hardly ever stopped talking, when his lips were suddenly occupied with something else. He finds that yes, it was different. Quite different when you were actually kissing someone you found attractive in that way, when it wasn’t forced.
Still, there’s some awkwardness to the detective’s response. He’s never been good at responding to positive affections, he’s never had enough to be properly used to it to not feel some alarm. As though something else might be at work to worry about that would be far less pleasant. So he fidgets for a moment, before resting his hands on Rhy’s arm and side and leans into it lightly.
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Still, there’s some awkwardness to the detective’s response. He’s never been good at responding to positive affections, he’s never had enough to be properly used to it to not feel some alarm. As though something else might be at work to worry about that would be far less pleasant. So he fidgets for a moment, before resting his hands on Rhy’s arm and side and leans into it lightly.