Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"Room service sounds good." But his words cut off prematurely when Mick's hand brushed against his. He felt his heart rate spike. He'd do anything to have that hand come back, even just touch his, let alone anything else he wanted.

"What are we going to order?" Ziggy forced himself to sound normal while he stared into Mick's eyes. His empathy was getting harder to contain by the second. He wanted to kiss Mick so badly, bury himself in his arms and he wanted.... he couldn't think that or Mick would feel it. Sighing Ziggy closed his eyes and slowly opened them while turning around with his drink. He couldn't help but let his body barely touch up against Mick's. Ziggy's insides were screaming for Mick to touch him but he put on a façade like he'd learned to do so well.

"I can order for us." And by that Ziggy meant also pay for the meal. He did that often enough because he had accumulated more money than he knew what to do with. Being raised Anthean, and even by his father, he adopted a very giving disposition. He still couldn't get his mind off of Mick.