MHA #15, Monday Evening

[pocketpretzels]

As had become habit over the past few months, on Monday evening Watts found himself seated at his kitchen table surrounded by a stack of paper as he wrote to folks back in Toronto.

The most detailed letter went to the Detective and Dr. Ogden, as per usual, given that the former had experience here and thus Watts could be entirely honest about the things he'd seen and done. Less detailed were the missives sent to George Crabtree and Mrs. Hart. And finally, this week, there was a short note he owed Miss Louise Cherry, who'd written him recently expressing doubt that this address was even real. So he was writing back to assure her that no, no one had killed him in a fit of exasperation and he was in fact alive and well, just in Baltimore rather than Toronto.

It was slow going, of course, as he was making an effort to keep his writing as legible as possible. Even then, there had been more than a few sheets he'd had to discard entirely, and the wastepaper basket was starting to fill up.

[ooc: for the neighbour! that he came over is ok to mention, details NFB please.]

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

"Most of them weren't dreams anyway," Steven said. Which didn't actually make it better but in Steven's defense he was a little distracted. Watts's hand holding his was rather nice. Steven didn't want that feeling to stop, even though he knew the right thing to do was pull away.

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"I'm not certain that's an improvement," Watts said with a frown. He certainly wasn't going to be the one to pull away, for the record, seeing as he'd initiated the hand-holding and all.

[hasaknightjob]

"It's in the past anyway," Steven said. He ran his thumb along the side of Watts's hand. "Meanwhile here's you, thinking about being foolish."

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"Meanwhile, here I am," Watts agreed. "I should very much like to be, if you'll let me."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven tightened his hand on Watts's because, once again, his willpower only went so far. Frankly it was taking everything he had not to say sod it to every good instinct and kiss Watts while he could.

But Steven cared about Watts, which was the problem.

Which left him with honesty. He was getting a lot of practice with that.

"I'd like to," Steven said. He looked Watts in the eyes, so Watts could see he was being sincere. "I'd very much like to. It's why I came here tonight, because of that."

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Watts would very much argue that any kissing-related instincts were in fact the good ones.

"If you're going to say something again about why you feel you shouldn't, let me assure you I am approaching this with my eyes wide open," Watts said.

[hasaknightjob]

"Before I came here tonight you didn't even know what I really was," Steven said. There was no rancor or hurt in his voice. If anything, it was a gentle reminder. "Or what being with me would entail."

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"True enough," Watts admitted. "But I do now, and yet my desires remain unchanged."

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"You've not even had a minute without me to think about it," Steven said. He sighed. The truth of what he was about to say was painful, even as he couldn't deny it. He'd gotten reminder of it that afternoon when Marc warned him about Liz having something she needed to speak with him about in person. "And I have it on good authority that when people have time to get their heads clear, they realize it - I - wasn't what they wanted."

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"Then let me take some time alone to think on it," Watts said, even though his mind was very much made up already. "And if by the end of it I'm still intent on being foolish, then you should give being a fool alongside me a chance."

[hasaknightjob]

That was not the response Steven was expecting. His hand instinctively tightened on Watts's and - yes, that did still have weight, and warmth. Still real. Not dreaming.

"I... all right," Steven said, realizing that Watts wasn't wrong. If - big if, granted - but if Watts gave it some thought and still wanted to try, wasn't it fair for Steven to try in turn? "And if you change your mind it's all right. I won't be - " hurt was a huge lie so Steven skipped past it " - offended. Still friends and all that, yeah?"

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"Still friends and all that," Watts agreed. Which was easy enough to do because he wasn't going to change his mind.