MHA #14, Thursday Evening

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Following lunch with Steven, Watts had puttered around town for a bit, before heading back to the apartment building. His own apartment was only a brief stop, however, as he collected a little four-legged friend before heading across the hall to Steven's.

Putting the cake away in the fridge, he noticed the remains of both the pie and the whiskey he'd shared with Marc last night, and made sure the pie was covered both so it didn't dry out and so little sneak-thief felines didn't try and sneak a bite.

That taken care of, he headed back to the living room, picked out a book from the shelf to read and curled up on the couch, Raphael on his lap as he waited for Steven to get home.

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Steven gave Llewellyn a coy grin. "Rather hoping for that as well."

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Watts grinned back at him. "It's your day," he pointed out. "Whatever you'd like from me."

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"I recall being told I could unwrap something?" Steven said.

Llewellyn. He specifically recalled it being Llewellyn.

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"I do remember saying as much," Watts said. "You unwrapped a gift at lunch; was that it?"

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"It was a very nice gift," Steven said. Because it was. "But no. I recall this being something bigger."

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"Oh," Watts hummed. "Something- with many layers, perhaps? That sounds familiar..."

[hasaknightjob]

"Something I'll have to take my time with, yeah," Steven said.

Or get impatient and Llewellyn might need to sew buttons back on again or something. One of those.

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“How much time?” Watts wondered. “Are you thinking you’ll need to start right this moment?”

Before dinner?!?

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Steven sat up enough to give Llewellyn a mock stern look. "It's my present, thank you. Delivery person can get their own."

Steven had dibs, damn it.

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“Of course,” Watts nodded somberly. “In that case,” he said. “I am all yours for the unwrapping.”

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"So later," Steven said, settling back down again. "After dinner. And cake."

Cake was important after all. Especially because Llewellyn had made it.

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“So… second dessert?” Watts said with a smirk.

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"If you've a problem with that I'll know you're not my Llewellyn," Steven said. He hugged Llewellyn possessively. "And then I'll have to get my Llewellyn back."

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“No problems,” Watts said. “But it is nice to know you’d come to my rescue should I be replaced by some impostor.”

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"Already happened once and I missed you," Steven pointed out. He hugged Llewellyn tighter. "Future you was nice but he wasn't you. You're my Llewellyn. No one else."

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“Well, so long as I have any say in it I’m not going anywhere,” Watts pointed out. “I like being yours.”

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"I like being yours," Steven said. "You're the puzzle piece I'm meant to be with. No one else."

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“We do fit together rather nicely, don’t we?” Watts said, pulling Steven just a little bit closer. “Case in point.”

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"Only just enough room for this one," Steven said, freeing up a hand to give Raphael skritches. "Which is quite all right."

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“He’d kick up a fuss were we to leave him out,” Watts agreed. Of course there was more to it than that, but he also wasn’t wrong; the cat would indeed be offended by couch-snuggling he wasn’t allowed to be a part of.

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"We would never," Steven said. He looked down at Raphael, scratching under the cat's chin so that he looked up in return. "We take care of you and your heart as well. I promise."

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Raphael purred happily in response to that, and Watts smiled.

"I love how easily you made room for him too," Watts told Steven. "In your heart and your apartment. You didn't need to go to all that trouble, but you did, to make sure he's comfortable here."

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"Of course," Steven said, as though he couldn't imagine not doing that. Because he couldn't. "He spends time here, doesn't he? He should be comfortable and happy. It's no trouble to do."

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"Most people would expect me to leave him at home while I'm visiting you," Watts pointed out.

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"What on earth for?" Steven asked. "Why should the poor lad be alone when we're right over here? That's silly."