The door had been held halfway open, his eyebrow arched as he looked Hatter over for a moment. Inside however, his heart was racing, the hare chewing on his inner cheek as he paused for a moment with his slender hand still around the cold door knob.
"Well, you are without a pizza”
A pause. A hitch in his breath as he opened the door wider, an uncomfortable lump in his throat as he just stood there for a moment. A breath in. A breath out. He knew very well who the person standing in front of him was….
"Busy? No. A quick stroll? That is what I’m afraid of”
Sean had considered letting Hatter in, his head had turned to look behind him where the fireplace remained on, where the tea was waiting to be brewed in the kitchen, the place that Hatter had not seen himself in months.
Sean had put on his shoes and shut his door behind him, a tilt of his head and a motion of a nod before he slipped his hands into his pockets and caught his gaze for a long moment.
"Lead the way then, shall we?"
Well that hurt. Not surprising, really, and quite less than he deserved. At least in his opinion. At any rate, it was more than Hatter could ask for to even be in Sean’s presence, let alone speaking with him. So he was more than happy to wait for some sort of definitive response. He watched as Sean turned to glance inside, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.
His eyebrows rose in excitement as the Hare bent to put on is shoes, and he stepped aside as he joined him the stoop to shut the door behind him. Dark chocolate eyes narrowed as Sean’s hands elected to slide into his pockets rather his own fingers, flickering up only to find Sean’s eyes already locked on his.
Well, at least he’d agreed to come along. Yes, the stroll would be quick, but that had nothing to do with what else Hatter had planned.
At the moment, though, he wasn’t sure if he should go through with it. He was good at reading people, it was how he made his living, how he’d survived all this time. But with Sean, he didn’t even have to glance his direction to know how he was feeling.
He knew he was hurt, and he damn well ought to be angry, confused, distrusting. Anyone in his right mind would say he was being gracious enough just agreeing to come. Hatter, however, hadn’t been in his right mind for a very, very long time.
He smirked, too distracted by how cute Sean was when he was upset to think about how grateful he should be feeling at the moment. The man was cute all the time, but the twisted majority of Hatter’s brain quite enjoyed the slight air of sadness about him, tearing it apart and rendering it into a look of bitter resentment. Hatter licked his lips, unable to help the familiar urges pulling at his insides.
He couldn’t help the words that came next, nor did he really want to.
"You ‘ave no idea ‘ow beautiful y’ are when you’re angry, do ya. Bloody ‘ell I missed you." He moved in then, fingers reaching up to trace the contours of Sean’s jawline, his throat, but he didn’t kiss him, not yet.
He was saving that for when they got where they were going.
"There’s nothin’ t’ be afraid of, rabbit ‘eart. Don’t ya trus’ me?" Needy fingers reached for Sean’s sleeve, curling into the fabric as he gently coaxed his hand free of his pocket. He kept his eyes steady on Sean’s as he lead him backwards down the steps, not needing to look as he started down the sidewalk.
For a good two blocks he was silent, offering nothing more than a smile that was obviously hiding something, eyes alight with an old air of mischief that, despite all the changes he may have recently gone through, seemed to find its way into everything he did.
"I suppose we ought t’ talk, mm? Only, I don’t really know ‘ow t’ begin." He said casually, continuing to walk backwards despite the strange glances he was receiving from bystanders.
"…. who are you and what are you selling?"
"Well I ain’t the bloody pizza man, I can tell ya that much." He hesitated a moment or two, hands on his hips and eyebrow cocked as he eyed the man before him. He wasn’t sure if it’d be quite proper to rip the door open and ravish the Hare without giving him time to even decide whether or not he wanted to speak with him.
First things first, he supposed.
"Are ya busy? I was ‘opin’ we could go for a quick stroll.” Among other things.
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