Neville had relaxed enough to feed him snacks without thinking.
He wanted more of this.
Grayson accepted another chip when Neville offered it with slightly trembling fingers and slightly smiled.
"Thank you."
"It's just chips," Neville muttered, his voice slightly higher than usual. "Don't make it weird."
"I wasn't making anything weird."
"Your face was making it weird."
"What about my face?"
"That—" Neville gestured vaguely at Grayson's expression. "That smug look. Stop it."
Grayson's smile widened. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Neville shoved several chips into his own mouth instead of responding, his cheeks puffed out like an angry hamster.
It's really adorable.
Grayson really wanted to take a picture of it. But he managed to stop himself.
The line at the security checkpoint grew longer.
Grayson estimated that at least two hours would be required before they would be processed, given the thoroughness of the scanning protocols.
