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The Liar's Heart 1c/?

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“In a good mood today?” Oliver had quickly learned that Arthur had a bit of a temper about him, and it was rare that he smiled like this; which was a shame, because the man was much more attractive when his eyebrows weren't furrowed together. It was surprising that he did not have wrinkles yet!

"I've had a good day," Arthur replied, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. "Even better now. Is it so weird that I'm happy to see you?" Arthur didn't think it was that weird, though he supposed that his associates would be a little disturbed if they saw him this happy. Well, just because he usually wasn't happy but that didn't mean he couldn't be happy.

Oliver smiled. Arthur really was adorable at times, but he knew the other would get flustered if he ever told him that. “Not at all,” He replied. “I'm happy to see you, too.” Not seeming to care that they were in public, he leaned in and kissed him on the lips for a few moments, then pulled away.
"I thought I'd order us something to eat and have it brought to your apartment," Arthur continued cheerfully. "I won't make you suffer through my cooking again after how sick it made you last time." If this had been Alfred, Arthur would have cooked anyway. Arthur loved to cook, even if he was terrible at it.

Oliver forced his smile to stay in place but his face had paled at the very mention of Arthur's cooking. He'd been polite enough to try it, even though the smell had turned his stomach. He'd regretted it immediately, spending the rest of the day huddled by the toilet. “Have you ever...eaten your cooking?” He asked, with slightly widened eyes. Perhaps Arthur just enjoyed cooking for others? "Maybe when we warm up a little, I can give you some cooking lessons...?"

That food could be used as a nuclear weapon, after all.

Arthur laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I eat it all the time," he replied brightly. "Francis says I haven't any taste buds but Francis is a smug bastard. Don't worry, it is Chinese take-out tonight. Shall we head back, then? It really is chilly out here."

The other laughed, nervously. “I don't think it's the fact that you don't have taste buds - I think you have a stomach of steel.” Maybe it was a bit cruel to poke fun at his boyfriend for not being able to cook, but it was entertaining. He nodded at the question. “Let's go.”

Oliver only lived five minutes from his work - he usually walked to work every day. He owned a house, and he was about to finish paying it off by this time next year. Now, all he had to do was start paying off his student loans and he would be set.

After dinner, the two were curled up on the couch and a romantic comedy was on the television. They were snuggled underneath a warm quilt and Oliver had his arms around Arthur. “This movie...leaves much to be desired.” It wasn't very good, in other words.

"It's American," Arthur mumbled sleepily. He was curled snugly against his boyfriend and he was so very comfortable and content that he was nearly asleep. He had another meeting tomorrow, a small one concerning only Alfred and himself, and he was savoring the opportunity to rest before having to discuss political matters with America, of all people.

He yawned deeply and let his eyes drift closed. "What did you expect?" he asked with a slight chuckle. "I told you this one was no good." He'd only agreed to it because he wanted to snuggle on the couch.