Suit and Tie
There was much left unsaid, as always, when Oswald gazed up into blue eyes. He saw the nerves and tiny, hidden spark of fear within. He moved into Jim's space, fingers sliding up the cheap material of that lapel. He felt more than heard his old friend's breath catch, but he made no move to pull away as Oswald's deft fingers rectified the mess that was Jim's tie, squaring it against the quick thump of the man's pulse.


















