Arthur was sad to have the pressure of Feliciano’s body gone from his arm, but he didn’t fuss when the other decided to create some space between them. However flustered he got, Arthur loved physical contact: sitting close enough to meld from shoulder to hip, the brief accidental brush of fingers when walking, the warm puffs of breath that whispered against his neck when another person fell asleep tired and heavy against his shoulder, Arthur loved it. But he understood the need for space and only hoped it wouldn’t keep up for the whole night.
"That sounds lovely." Arthur hadn’t been planning on staying the night but he was suddenly looking forward to it. Though, it did make him wonder…
"How old are you?" he didn’t have any doubts that Feliciano was legal, certainly not, but he still wanted to know if there were any kind of age gap.
If Feliciano had anything to say about it, the lack of physical contact would definitely not last long- it might not even last through dinner, if Feiciano got bold enough to try and reach for Arthur’s hand, or sit beside him instead of across from him in one of the booths. He was humming as he walked, enjoying the sound of the water lightly lapping along the canals’ edges, the hum of a busy city in the evening, chatter off towards the plaza.
"I’m glad~!" he said with a relieved little laugh, before looking up brightly at Arthur. "I’m twenty!" he said, not seeming to mind the question at all. "And you’ll love the restaurant, the food is so tasty, and the sweets are lovely- they make gelato in house, even! It’s wonderful!" He was already excited at the prospect of good food, too.