Jonathan wasn't actually doing anything, to be fair. He carried on with his usual routine, coffee, blah blah blah. He entered their dressing room (his heart always fluttered at the their. All theirs), not very surprised to see Lin there.
"Groffsauce," He staged whispered, "I figured it out."
With a puzzled glance, "Hm? Figured out what?"
He jumped up, taking his fingers in the hands, "I know why you're so attractive?"
Jon shot him a dazzling smile, "The hair? What is it, the voice?"
"Ah!" He exclaimed, "You already know some of them. You absolute heartthrob! I was thinking of your hands last night actually." And fuck, Jonathan didn't know what to do with that info. His hands? He never thought about it, really, hands were just another tool in life.
"My..." He paused, watching Lin play with his hands, "My hands. Really?"
"Yeah! They're big."
Jon really had to stop his next comment, biting his tongue. "Oh... And people find it attractive?"
Lin contemplated on his answer, trying to see if it would be appropriate for him to reply, I do. He thought not, so, "Most, yeah.
"Interesting." He looked absolutely fucking confused, Lin brought him in for an endearing hug.
"Never stop being innocent, Groffsauce."
/
The next time he made a comment, was when he was writing something down. They were out, getting coffee together. New York had gotten significantly chillier, and all Lin could focus on was how Jon's knuckles turned slightly pink (not only this, but his little nose. God, he wanted to kiss it).
"Your hands look nice." He mumbled it, because honestly? It was a bit of an afterthought, or really, just a thought that unconsciously ran over and over again.
Jonathan though, he caught it, "You're weird, Lin." He had laughed it off, but noticed how Lin was actually quite serious.
He bit his cheek, grinning. He brought a hand up to Lin's cheek, reveling in his little sigh. He completely nuzzled into it, stepping closer.
"Maybe."
/
And the third time? The third time was entirely Jonathan's fault. Or at least that's what Lin thought (and definitely not because they were past the point of tipsy).
Fuck, because Lin not only loved the hands, but his laugh. Jonathan laughed like no other, he laughed and giggled, and breathed. He was the embodiment of sunshine. So when he bit on his hand to stifle the giggles?
Lin groaned, tugging on his hair (almost as if he was angry). "Jonathan-"
And there he went, giggling for no absolute reason. "Lin," He gasped, clutching at his side, "Yes, I'm sorry, yes." He regained very little of his composure, snorting at Lin's face.
"You're so stupid," He joked, "It's the goddamn hands, y'know."
"You should start a cult just for my hands," He experimented, brushing his knuckles against Lin's shoulder, then his cheek, "Maybe you can even profit off of a few pictures."
Lin's eyes went wide, mind racing to a hundred different places at once, "Send me hand pictures everyday, yeah."
"Okay." He agreed, laying his head in Lin's lap.
/
The next day, Lin woke up to an endearing picture. Jonathan's hands, resting on his knee.
"Those damn hands."
