The only thing that left the blonde was a sharp 'oof' as he was caught. Books fell out of his hands as one flung outward and the other clung onto the tallers shirt sleeve.
"O-h, thank you I uhm,"
He paused, gathering himself and straightening his footing. 》
⠀
A hand reaches out just in time to catch the man by the waist, preventing a fatal wound to such fine specimen.
"Careful, darling."
Note: his hand remains.
《 Hand leaving the others shirt and pushing up crooked glasses.
"I appreciate that. Honestly don't know how I'm still alive sometimes."
A soft, nervous chuckle leaves his throat. Eyes flickering down to where the others hand still laid.
"Uhm - I'm just 》
《 beneath his usual cologne was more than likely left over from the countless crime scenes he'd been to this week. Though the scent, his own nostrils have long since forgotten.
It was in that moment he realized how close the other had gotten. Far too close for 》