Travis stands up and pulls his chair next to his, before taking his hand again and threading their fingers.
This close, he can feel how his body is tense, and his eyes are worried.
Carrying too much.
"What's going on?" Day asks this time quieter, as he leans into him, his free hand closing on their tangled fingers.
"I just," Travis looks down at their hands and sighs. "I just realised we haven't done much talking. About any of this."
"Having doubts?" Day asks, heart in his throat.
Travis looks up, shocked, and shakes his head. "Never. There is nothing about you I could ever regret. Nothing," he kisses his knuckles. "Does talking mean something has to be wrong?"
"No, I think we should talk about this too," he admits, exhaling softly. "Things happened really fast, didn't they?"
"Not to me," Travis admits, leaning closer. "Being with you couldn't have happened faster. I miss every day I haven't spent next to you."
