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[silvered_hymn]

Characters: Allelujah, Lockon
When: March 3rd, Lockon's birthday~
Location: The kitchen of their farmhouse
Summary: They've been dancing around the issue for months. It's time to finally confront it.
Warnings: None yet.

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[ex_snipingt]

Of course he had known what was going on between them. He wasn't as stupid as he pretended to be most of the time. He'd realized what Allelujah was probably feeling around the time they started kissing under the mistletoe, because really, who kissed their friend "platonically" five times a day as if it were a completely normal thing? ...He did, and Allelujah never minded.

He hadn't taken much more than a bite of the pie Allelujah had baked for him, too focused on what they were going to clear now and set on sharing it with the younger man, anyway. He stared at the ring on his finger, another too obvious hint to be ignored, and wondered if he should change the way he was wearing it or if it would actually be of use now.

That was the problem, wasn't it? He knew what he was feeling by now, or thought he did, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that becoming serious about it would be harmful to Allelujah. The boy was still young, barely twenty-one, and never had the chance to meet people, date and experience all the things a normal

[silvered_hymn]

He lingered for a little bit just outside of the kitchen doorway, still nearly terrified of what could or couldn't come out of all this. For a moment, he wondered if this was what teenagers--normal teenagers--felt when about to confess their love to their first crush. Of course, he wasn't a teenager at all, not a kid, he hadn't been a kid since he was six years old for all he considered himself, but...

Calm. Collected. He had to try not to look like he was about to pass out, even if that's how it felt. With one more deep breath, he made his way into the kitchen, giving Lockon a small, awkward smile. "...Hey."

[ex_snipingt]

He turned to see Allelujah standing in the doorway, using that chance to move over and wrap his arms around him and lean in for a little kiss, the two-months old mistletoe still doing its job.

"Thanks for all the presents." Another kiss, this time on the forehead, before he pulled away slightly again and took the other's hand to lead him to the table, sitting down. How to start this? It seemed that the whole determination he'd had just before the younger man entered the kitchen was fading again and he was tempted to just dance around the subject again, pretend there wasn't anything they needed to talk about.

[silvered_hymn]

The gesture should have been comforting, but considering what they were just about to discuss, it only served to heighten his nerves. Allelujah nodded, following along and sitting down next to him. For a while, he didn't make eye contact, content to just stare down at his hands and nervously fidget with them.

"...So," he began.