He's on edge.

Every time you and him go out to eat with his parents, he gets like this. Fidgety. Like he feels like something bad is going to happen. You know he has a great relationship with his parents, so you don't understand his worry. Besides, his parents love you. Inside, though? Seth is wracked with nerves. He knew that as soon as his father caught wind that his son was going to be playing for the Mavericks just as he had, his father was going to have to meet him. Seth has worked so hard to make his father proud. This year is his year.

But right now, he cannot focus on the future. He's too focused on what his father will say right now. His hand rests on your leg underneath the table, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You're at a pretty high-brow restaurant, smiling along as Seth's mother talks your ear off about her vacation to Italy last week. The entire table is listening, but not Seth. His hand slips all the bit further up your leg, squeezing gently. Your smile tilts slightly.

"Oh, and the view from the balcony was to die for--" his mother adds adds. His hand moves up more. "--Must go to le Parc Velouté--" A little more...