[ The last time that Alby had even kissed someone, it had felt off. Maybe because it wasn't this, wasn't whatever... spark or connection that's right there, that happened the moment that they met eyes. He's never really been much for pursuing relationships, even when others were the ones doing the pursuing-- he had no time for that, no interest, no real need for it.
Maybe that'll change. He doesn't know. (Kind of hopes it will; it's not everyday you get this kind of feeling, he thinks.)
As he feels Newt's lips part, he mirrors him, opening to the kiss a little more while his fingers curl around the back of his neck. If he pulls him forward a bit, presses him closer, well. ]
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Maybe that'll change. He doesn't know. (Kind of hopes it will; it's not everyday you get this kind of feeling, he thinks.)
As he feels Newt's lips part, he mirrors him, opening to the kiss a little more while his fingers curl around the back of his neck. If he pulls him forward a bit, presses him closer, well. ]