Aoba was an idiot. The biggest of idiots. Declan wanted to watch a movie and cuddle in bed. It was probably the sweetest, most innocently romantic thing he'd ever been asked to do -- and set his heart foolishly pounding.
"... I'd like that," he said, with shockingly little second thought, which meant none at all until his twitterpated self realized there'd been something much less interesting offered as an alternative. He startled sharply. "I mean the movie! And... cuddling. I'd really like that a lot, Declan," he finished with another squeeze of the Guardian's hand, sheepish, but without hesitance.
It was with only a little internal prodding that he stepped closer to Declan's chair as well, hanging onto his hand as he looked down at his newly-declared partner.
"As a... as a tide-us-over, before I go wash up," he began, heat reddening his face only because it was new, and not because he didn't want to, "... could I give you a... kiss?"
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"... I'd like that," he said, with shockingly little second thought, which meant none at all until his twitterpated self realized there'd been something much less interesting offered as an alternative. He startled sharply. "I mean the movie! And... cuddling. I'd really like that a lot, Declan," he finished with another squeeze of the Guardian's hand, sheepish, but without hesitance.
It was with only a little internal prodding that he stepped closer to Declan's chair as well, hanging onto his hand as he looked down at his newly-declared partner.
"As a... as a tide-us-over, before I go wash up," he began, heat reddening his face only because it was new, and not because he didn't want to, "... could I give you a... kiss?"