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“Would you like a bit of chocolate, Mr. Collins?” he blurts. Is it awkward to offer something? Or is it expected? “I’ve no tea,” he continues. “No way of making any, or I’d offer that—” Do shut up, he advises himself, aware he’s speaking too low to be understood clearly, but he couldn’t raise his voice if he tried. His hands shake as he tries to unwrap the bar of dark chocolate for which he’d traded away two days’ worth of tinned rations, which make him queasy anyway.
Mr. Collins reaches over and lays his hand on Goodsir’s. “First, I didn’t come expecting tea. But I’d love a bit of that chocolate if it won’t put you out.” Goodsir studies his mouth as he speaks, the way his neatly made upper lip curls just barely up and out over his lower. A neat balance of the sensual and the spare in that mouth. Watch it, now, don’t excite yourself. “And… you ought to call me Henry.” With a callused thumb, he strokes the edge of Goodsir’s hand, the metacarpal ridge of the thumb down to the wrist. “And I can call you Harry, I hope?”
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- Part 1 of Goodcollins one-shots