The squeeze of his hand hit him in his pride a little, but the soft, warm skin of Harm’s felt nice against his own. So he let himself enjoy it, interlacing their fingers with the chance he was given.
When Harm retrieved his phone, Tobi held out a hand for Harm’s phone, prepared to save himself as “Coffee Shop Stripper” and punch his number in.
“The weekend sounds great. My boss is a wonderful old woman who basically lets me adjust my schedule as I want, and I think she’d be happy to know that I’m not adjusting it because I’m massively hung over,” he said with a laugh. As he drained the last of his tea, he stood and stretched. “Let me know what time works best for you, and I’ll make it work.”
Tobi thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders, going with his impulse to leave a soft kiss on Harm’s cheek, before retreating towards the coffee shop entrance with a mischievous grin plastered on his face — disappearing into the city streets with a wink.