"Get to work. I can handle this one" Tim mumbled before pulling Darren away.
He looked mortified for Pete's sake. He really is not liking this. This is not what was supposed to happen when he decided to come with Hugo here at France.
He tried to look back and communicate with Hugo through his eyes but he didn't find the ability to.
Not when Timothee is holding his hand.
Not his arm, not his wrist. But his hand. His palm touching his while they walk to wherever Tim is taking them both. No matter how much he tried to try to keep rationality running inside his mind, he thought back to how sleepy he is and how he is not functioning properly for today.
All because of his hand on his.
Which was not supposed to happen.
He gulped and shook his head. Wake your brain up, Darren. Wake your brain up. This isn't what was supposed to happen. This is way below the belt.
Hmm. How he would love to see—
