He couldn't help but watch Jim move around. His eyes following the subtle changes in his expression or the movement of his body. Leonard even felt his eyes drawn to the way the mug pressed against the blonde's lips. He wanted every little detail and loved the chance to actually watch them and commit them to memory. In fact, the moment Jim's hand came to rest on his chest, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

For all the right reasons.

Being left breathless by Jim felt a little like a high of sorts. It rushed through him like a flurry of butterflies in his stomach and chest. When that hand found his, he curled his fingers through Jim's and pulled the their laced knuckles to his lips.

"Is it better or worse than you expected?" He asked the question quietly, his head turned to find Jim's eyes as he settled down beside him. "Aside from making myself look like a fool today, I think my day turned out a lot better than I every would've thought it could."