Everyone's perception of happiness is different. For Shane, it was this. His hand, twisted into Sasha's. It was his nerves getting to him and making the hand that was latched into his boyfriend's a little clammy. Happiness was not minding the clammyness, because he knew Sasha wouldn't look at him oddly for it or pull his hand away, and the thought that maybe his hand was a little sweaty itself. It just made him happy.
"Somewere in the middle? On the end, so I don't have to rub up on people if I have to go to the bathroom. Or, or the front if you really want to see well? Oh, maybe in the back, but that's tempting. Uh, you can decide, Sasha."
Shane was giving up. He was giving up on the thought he would ever just be.. Not awkward. He smiled a dumb little smile at Sasha.
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