“So,” Damien says because it’s more than time for a subject change. “I’ve noticed we’ve started holding hands.” “No,” Rome says. Damien glances at their fingers, linked together and resting on the center console. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” “We’re not talking about it,” Rome says. “I mean. We are. Kind of. Right now. And we probably should.” “No talking,” Rome says. “If you’re holding my hand, you’re not allowed to talk about holding my hand.” That’s an easy choice to make. They lapse into silence for the rest of the drive.
