It's a slap in the face, sobering and dizzying all at once, and Martin has to hold onto something real before he stumbles and falls. His hand finds Ben's wrist, slips up under his sleeve, and Ben is right there, turns to catch and wrap him up in his arms and he is ridiculously tall. It's not fair. Olivia's hands slide around his waist, her chin resting on the top of his shoulder--it's a little bit better, but not by much. Martin feels swallowed by them both, small and safe and warm. He tucks his blushing face against Benedict's shoulder and clasps Olivia's delicate fingers probably harder than he means to.
"This is going to be okay?" he asks against the fabric of Ben's stripey scarf.
Ben's laugh is a puff of warm air against his cheek, and Olivia presses a string of sweet kisses against his ear. She must sense that she needs to hear it from Ben, though, because she pulls back enough that he has to lift his head looking for her, and there's Benedict, looking inhumanly gorgeous as usual. Ben grins, this dear awkward thing Martin wants to keep forever, and then he tilts Martin's head up for a kiss.
It is, Martin thinks, just a little bit deleriously, it is, it is, oh god, it is.
(Would you like me to take it from here bb? Or would you like to continue? ;D)
"This is going to be okay?" he asks against the fabric of Ben's stripey scarf.
Ben's laugh is a puff of warm air against his cheek, and Olivia presses a string of sweet kisses against his ear. She must sense that she needs to hear it from Ben, though, because she pulls back enough that he has to lift his head looking for her, and there's Benedict, looking inhumanly gorgeous as usual. Ben grins, this dear awkward thing Martin wants to keep forever, and then he tilts Martin's head up for a kiss.
It is, Martin thinks, just a little bit deleriously, it is, it is, oh god, it is.
(Would you like me to take it from here bb? Or would you like to continue? ;D)
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