#enzo3

It was hard for Soren not to stay half-aware of him the moment he noticed the other man mingling in the crowded ballroom. Charming everyone he came across, no doubt, that seemed to be Enzo's way. For all the human's admiration as he took in the pale pink of the other's suit against his tanned skin, Soren felt a distinct guilt too. He'd agreed on a date the last time they'd seen each other after all, and promptly gone out of his way to make sure they never had a chance to run into one another again. Perhaps there was a deeper guilt, knowing there was no way he could get further entangled with his handsome stranger without telling more lies and beyond that, knowing a selfish part of him wanted to do it anyways. Soren should've just let Enzo down easy when they'd talked at Christmas. It wouldn't have been the first time; he could be downright cold when he started to feel the itch of a lover being too involved in his life. But Enzo wasn't too involved, far from it. Just brushing up against it, teasing, inviting Soren to let him creep a little closer.

And Soren did in that moment, watching Enzo's trajectory change to fetch another drink at the same long table Soren had gotten distracted from himself while watching the other out of the corner of his eye. He felt penitent enough to let it happen rather than dart away, stiff and still as Enzo neared him, until the guard's eyes raised again and met Soren's across the table. "Hello, Enzo." He smiled at him then, small and shamefaced. There was no suppressing the thrill of being close to the man again, that strange feeling that made Soren forget to act like an adult and start acting like a fool instead. "Are you... enjoying your night?"