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Within the shadow of the car, Syx bit his lower lip as he looked out to the door of the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took Harrison’s hand. He found himself trusting this blue man more than people he’d know for years. It should be scary, but all that blue skin just made his heart fill with warmth.

As he slid out of the car, he kept his chin up with a confident smile, “And you my cap-tive,” he drew out the word, “…audience.”

With a devilish grin he tried to ignore all the people around them, to focus just on Harrison the way he did Roxanne or Wayne during the game. He could feel the eye dancing over his back, but as long as there weren’t any unexpected noises or touches it wasn’t so bad. 

“Alright!,” he bounced his eyebrows, “Let’s see these scientifically delectable cone-coctions,” as he started to the door he found he was still holding Harrison’s hand. A sudden bout of worry, the eyes on them, he nearly let his date’s fingers slip out of his suddenly slack fingers. Sucking in a breath, he closed his fingers around Harrison’s again. 

Harrison gave Syx’s hand a tight squeeze before lacing their fingers together.  Oh it was certainly cold enough that gloves would have been practical for himself as well, but he wanted this.  He wanted to be able to feel blue fingers and send the little burst of reassurance along them.  He’d known Syx would be nervous, hell, he was a little nervous.  So he raised their clasped hands to his lips, placing a brief kiss on the back of his lover’s hand.  It’s okay, he silently thought as he smiled patiently at the other blue man.  

Then he was opening the door to the restaurant, a blessed wave of heat greeting them as they walked in.  

“Ahhh, Mister Drake-Scott,” the maître d’ said with a gracious nod.  “So glad you and your… companion will be joining us tonight.  If you follow me, I have a private table arranged for you on the upper level.”  He gestured for the pair to follow him up a staircase to a private table arranged on a balcony which gave a dramatic birds-eye view of the rest of the restaurant.  Meanwhile wooden screens would keep all but the most dedicated of staring eyes at bay.  

Syx relaxed a bit at the kiss to his fingers, but his back was too straight as he silently followed Harrison’s lead. Schooling his face, he gave off the best ‘don’t question me’ vibe he could manage given the situation and his own nerves. Companion. Don’t read into the tone of voice. The man means nothing, don’t question it. All the humans are just background. If he reminded himself enough, maybe it’d be true.

The scenery did wonders to distract him, though, as the walked through. He’d rarely ever been anywhere nearly so fancy and even when he had been to a nice place, it was nearly always in the back and mostly hidden. Never had he been a proper guest or treated with anything resembling respect from the norms. His eyes wide with wonder, he rubbernecked as the walked, ogling everything.

Once they were seated, he awed, “Okay… I think I can see the appeal to all the wood now and excessive lighting now.”