Allen was completely off-guard. He yelped and jumped away from Lavi, rubbing his stinging backside.
“Ow! Lavi, what the bloody hell?”
“You’re thinking way too much about this Allen.” Lavi laughed and slid a hand over towards his white haired companion, palm facing up in an inviting manor. He had seen the small blush and was just going on a hunch to see if he was right. Whether Allen took his hand or declined would answer the question he asked himself.
Allen laughed with Lavi. “Yea, I probably am.” He really was, he just needed to act the same as he used to, right?
Lavi held out his hand, and Allen stared for a moment, not sure what he intended. He had done the same thing when he pulled Allen up onto the table to join him, maybe he wanted Allen to go somewhere with him? But even though he wasn’t sure what Lavi intended, Allen reached out and took his hand anyways.