[Lorenzo's lack of strictly formal dress code doesn't keep Oswald from going all in, turning a few heads in a three-piece tailcoat with cufflinks and a gold-accented tie and pocket square to match. Cleaned up and coiffed to perfection, he feels a little more settled in his own skin, a little more like himself for the first time in a long time, and he's thrilled to have someone to share his happiness with; he's already grinning and giggly before he's even had a proper sip of his wine.
Is it a date or not? Oswald is reluctant to label it as anything other than a nice dinner with between friends, not meaning to spoil their first night out in town with any pressures and expectations. Of course, nothing quite says friendship like lingering looks and nervous chuckling when he catches himself, and the urge to touch his fingers to Ed's from across the table, the latter of which he can barely resist.]
To us... [he says, raising his glass in a salute] ... need I say more?
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Date: 2019-12-18 04:22 am (UTC)Is it a date or not? Oswald is reluctant to label it as anything other than a nice dinner with between friends, not meaning to spoil their first night out in town with any pressures and expectations. Of course, nothing quite says friendship like lingering looks and nervous chuckling when he catches himself, and the urge to touch his fingers to Ed's from across the table, the latter of which he can barely resist.]
To us... [he says, raising his glass in a salute] ... need I say more?