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The warm comfort of having another’s fingers interlocked with one’s own was amazing. Which was the exact reason Rob always grabbed for Zubin’s hands. Even the idea of grabbing his close friend’s hand made a warm sugary wave of warmth go through his whole body.
And boy, did he love it.
The band sat in partial silence as they rode in the van to the hotel they’d be staying at for the night. Rob stared over at the bassist sitting next to him. He slowly lifted his right hand, and placed it upon the hand that Zubin had rested upon his left thigh.
Zubin looked over to Rob and smiled. “Your hands are really cold.” He half laughed, half whispered.
“Oh shut up..” Rob remarked sarcastically, though truly, his words did make him blush a little. It was like that for everything Zubin said to him. Did he… No— they were just friends, they had to be friends, and friends don’t think of each other like that, unless..
Rob’s train of thought was swiftly interrupted by the feeling of Zubin’s fingers interlocking with his. Rob couldn’t help but let out a small squeak due to his surprise.
He quickly got used to the feeling, however, and then leaned his head against Zubin’s shoulder, hands still interlocked. He gave Zubin’s hand a quick affectionate squeeze. Before shutting his eyes, and attempting to drift to sleep.
Zubin couldn’t help but stare down at Rob, who had essentially just made him his pillow. Zubin moved his free hand in order to quickly yet gently ruffle his hair.
“Tired, are we?” He whispered.
“Mhm..” A sleepy Rob responded.
“You’re so cute when you’re tired like this, Bobby.” Zubin said lovingly.
“What did you just call me..?” Rob said, immediately seeming less tired, lifting his head off of Zubin’s shoulder.
“No— not..” Zubin seemed to forget where he was trying to go with his words. “I’m sorry. You know I don’t mean it like that.”
“Nono, it’s okay man, don’t worry, if I’m being honest I— I kinda liked it..” Rob assured. He then returned his head to Zubin’s shoulder.
“Don’t scare me like that..” Zubin said, before gently planting a small kiss onto Rob’s head.
Rob could immediately feel his face heat up. “Did you just—“
Zubin cut him off before he could finish speaking. “Yeah.”