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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"I'll gladly be there for him in whatever capacity I can," Watts promised Steven. Marc didn't need protecting in the physical sense any more than Steven did, of course, but that wasn't the only way someone could be hurt.

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Steven certainly knew that more than anyone.

"It's that," Steven said, because it very much was that, "and the part where you'll be here next year. I like that idea very much."

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"Of course," Watts said. "Have to make you another birthday cake, don't I?"

[hasaknightjob]

"And maybe a third and a fourth sometime?" Steven asked.

He'd come a very long way from the days when he didn't even dare think he and Llewellyn would last three months, let alone years.

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"I would like nothing more," Watts told him.