Austin's words made Adrian's heart race: there was going to be a next time. Austin wanted there to be a next time, unless he just said that without thinking. Maybe Adrian was just over-thinking things, something that he was quite prone to doing. The only real way to know would be to simply ask but he couldn't do that right now lest he come across as needy. No, he'd make sure to ask him once their time was up as he left. That seemed like an appropriate time. Jesus, he was thinking way too much.<br/><br/>His carvings were things he could talk about easily though. Bless Austin for interrupting his thoughts. "Yeah, they're mostly figures. I like making all the intricate little details. Most of it I give away or sell but I can show you some things I'm working on later." He could see Austin glancing around the house, probably for some of his work. He talked more about how his dad taught him everything and the shame of his first wooden pencil holder now.<br/><br/>Everything was alright now that he was calmer and talking about something he liked. Then Austin had to touch him. Not just anywhere, but on his lip. Immediately he thought he'd love to do one of two things. Lean in and kiss him or start sucking on his fingers. One was much more appropriate than the other, needless to say. "No, it was... it's fine." He took Austin's hand in his own and gave the back of it a kiss before letting go. He took a sip of wine to calm his nerves but the glass shook just a little in his hands. It was clear despite his suave actions, Adrian was just as nervous as Austin.