QUOTE : It’s just a scarf. I thought it’d look nice at yer collar,” muttered Tom, embarrassed. The wisp of blue had reminded him of Jon’s eyes so he had pocketed it. “Ye don’t have to wear it. Forget it.” He reached for the scarf, but Jon pulled back and smiled. “Thank you. It’s just unexpected, that’s all. It’s beautiful, Tom. Really.” Tom scratched the back of his neck and nodded, his face hot. Jon watched him for a moment before holding out the piece of silk. “Actually,” he said with a smirk. “Can you put it on me? You know how I am with knots.” Tom took the soft piece of grey-blue silk and looped it around the back of Jon’s neck, carefully tying it over itself like a cravat in the front and tucking the loose ends beneath Jon’s black shirt. After giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek, Tom stepped back and smiled sheepishly. “There. Ye look like a right lord,” he said. Jon’s seal-brown curls framed his face and continued in a tumble over his shoulders, nearly as dark as his shirt. The scarf that peeped out from the open collar really did bring out the blue in his eyes, and Tom was glad that he had given it to him. “Sweet is definitely not the word I would have chosen to describe you when we met,” laughed Jon, fingering the silk at his throat. Tom scowled, but really it was just an act.