This wasn’t what the newly implemented “Bedroom doors stay open when you have company” rule was meant to prevent, but Junior wouldn’t have known it from Joe’s reaction. He jerked back, his hands jerking in Tsutomu’s grasp, and turned bright red. Tsutomu, for his part, just looked over at Junior curiously.
“Dinner will be ready in ten minutes,” Junior told them, waiting until he got a confirming nod from Tsutomu and making a mental note to check the sign later himself. He sent a glance at the boys’ joined hands, Tsutomu clearly in the middle of guiding Joe’s hands into the proper shape, and added, “Come down whenever you’re done.”
Joe made a small strangled sound and said, “It’s not what it looks like?”
Junior blinked slowly, letting his amusement tinge his expression. “Tsutomu isn’t helping you learn sign language?”
Joe hesitated, his face turning even redder. “It’s exactly what it looks like?”
“I wouldn’t have thought otherwise.”