two steps forward

“You can keep talking,” Marco says, breaking their silence. He glances at Jean for a second, eyes trailing all over his face before coming to rest on his own hands. “If you wanna. It just… Sounded interesting. That’s all.”Of course Jean wants to keep talking. At this point, even if Marco had asked him to dance, he’d probably find himself halfway through a song before coming to his senses. Because life is generous sometimes, all of this stays inside his mind. Jean clears his throat like he hadn’t been thinking something humiliating seconds ago, and then he leans back on his chair with his arms crossed in front of his chest.