Right as Olivia said this, Seb looked down. To see Olivia gripping a hand tightly. Vi’s hand. Oh. Just that. Then: She made a choice. The realization awoke within him burning desire and the terror of rejection—simultaneous monsters that he needed to conquer. They had kept him too silent for too long. So now these feelings made him bold. Seb stretched his own hand down. Ran his fingertips over Antonio’s skin, toward the fingers he then interlocked with his own, and Seb squeezed tight. Once. Twice. Then looked at Antonio. Because if Vi could make their own decision, then damn it, so could Seb.
