doesn’t notice the other taking qui

doesn’t notice the other taking quick steps towards him until he feels cold, soft, trembling fingers brushing lightly against his left cheek. He trails off, stuttering as he feels a peculiar tingle under his skin where the other’s fingers previously were, unaccustomed to that kind of touch, or any physical contact at all, and as he raises his own brown eyes to meet raven black ones, he finds the other staring back intensely with an expression he can only describe as absolute fascination.