That night he had looked at Dorian differently, like someone soft, delicate, shy, to be protected and treasured. It was hard to reconcile how Dorian had acted when dressed as Amy, with how he acted now. But ... had it really been that different?

Impulsively, Chance lifted a hand to rub the grease off Dorian's face with the edge of his sleeve. His fingers flitted across the same soft skin he'd touched before. "I guess we're both confused right now, hm?" He pressed his palm to Dorian's cheek hesitantly. He just didn't know what to do, why his heart was fluttering still. This was Dorian, his mechanics tutor, the one who always called him a dumpling head because he was so stupid sometimes! But this was also the person who had opened their heart to him last Saturday, told him how difficult it was to be deaf, who had tried to make him understand something he could only imagine.