Denen was admittedly clueless as to what to do now. He looked up to Leto with wide eyes. He wasn't angry with him, but he was at a position that could make things very awkward if it wasn't handled correctly. He worried his lower lip, and slowly reached out to touch Leto's cheek. He smiled gently, hoping that gesture would be enough to convey his forgiveness. Denen wasn't exactly sure why people kissed him like that, but he didn't want Leto to think he hated him for it. He patted his arm, and clumsily pushed himself to his feet. He staggered, humming absently as he did so. He tugged his loose scarf off of his shoulder, his short, cropped hair littered with bits of straw. Denen reached out a slender hand to help Leto up. Neither of them ought to be alone, he thought, even if he wouldn't allow Leto to go further than that one kiss. He understood urges better than most, but he was Sam's boy. He waited for Leto to get up, patient and smiling. Denen didn't want Leto to feel that he was unwanted. Not even in the smallest bit. He made a mental note to talk to Sam about this, though whether or not he remembered would be another matter entirely. |