MHA #15, Saturday Morning

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As far as birthday celebrations went, Watts- well, he didn't have anything to compare it against, actually, but all the same he thought it went rather well.

Yes there'd been a part of the evening where his fears had been laid out for all- or at least for Steven, as no one else had actually paid them any mind- to see. But the conversation had shifted, eventually, and then they'd come back to the island, fumbling their way through the hallway and stopping only for the occasional kiss that still tasted of crepes.

Fumbling all the way, as it happened, to Watts's apartment, through the door, and into the bedroom. Where there was (shockingly) more kissing. And then some things that weren't kissing. And then, eventually, drifting off to sleep together.

Which naturally led in to waking up together. Or it would. Eventually. Right now they were still both blissfully asleep, Watts once again doing his very best impression of an octopus curled around Steven.

[ooc: for he who is mentioned in the post.]

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"My next thought was you might've gotten breakfast," Steven admitted. He moved up so that he could rest his head on Llewellyn's shoulder, by no means letting go of Llewellyn's hand in the meanwhile. "We'll have to do that right one of these days. Proper breakfast in bed and everything."

As had been habit since they'd met, Steven was just inviting himself into Llewellyn's schedule as a given.

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And had Watts objected to Steven doing so, even once? No. No he had not.

"Mm," Watts hummed. "Agreed. Particularly since now it's my turn to admit I've not much in the way of breakfast fare."

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"It's all right," Steven said. He rubbed his thumb against Llewellyn's hand. "Wasn't much hungry for food anyway."

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“No?” Watts blinked down at him. “What did you have in mind, then?”

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"Staying here with you?" Steven suggested. He drew Llewellyn's hand up so he could kiss the back of it. "Don't have anywhere to be today. Marc doesn't either. Could make up for that time we lost each other, last weekend?"

Steven stated it as a question, because amazingly he didn't rule out Llewellyn might have an objection.

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"Hm, you know, I've nowhere to be myself," Watts said. "I quite like that idea."

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"Plus more practice I have waking up here, less likely it is to be confusing," Steven pointed out. He grinned. "That's science."

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"Not my chosen field of interest, I'll admit, but I believe I can make an exception," Watts grinned back at him.

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Steven leaned in to bump their noses together. "Are you sure? Only if you don't fancy we could try something else. Watch telly, maybe."

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"Very sure. I didn't mean I'm not interested in waking up with you," Watts felt the need to clarify. "I was attempting to make a joke about the 'science' part of your statement."

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Steven felt so utterly fond of Llewellyn in that moment. He made no attempt to hide it. "I know. I did get it. I liked it. Was trying to meet you in turn. Didn't think you actually wanted to watch telly. For starters we'd have to get dressed and go over to my flat to do it. Not sure about you but that's not what I'd care for at this minute."

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The feeling was absolutely mutual, given how atypical a reaction to his attempts at humour that was.

"No, not at all," Watts agreed. "Quite comfortable as I am, matter of fact."

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Llewellyn had tried to make a joke for him! It was romantic, by Steven's way of figuring.

"You are." Steven grinned at him. "Quite comfortable, I mean. Very cozy. I'll be leaving an excellent review on the comment cards."

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Which was a reference he didn't quite get, but thankfully could figure out via context.

"Coincidentally, I was just thinking about how nicely you fit here beside me," Watts shared.

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At least Steven had tried by saying comment cards instead of something like Yelp?

Steven blushed at the compliment. "More ways than one, maybe? Don't mind saying we seem to get along pretty well. Don't know if you've noticed."

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"Less chalk and cheese and more bread and jam," Watts said in agreement. "It's been a long time since I've known anyone who understands me as readily as you do."

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"You say that but it's hard to believe," Steven said. He moved his hand to lightly brush his fingers against Llewellyn's. "Haven't found you hard to understand at all. Dead simple, really. Not - not in a bad way. I mean you don't faff about. You're honest. I don't have to guess what you're talking about. It's nice."

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"I don't see the point in bending the truth, is all," Watts said. "And those few times I've tried have proved I've no skill for it besides."

Dr. Ogden had once remarked that she didn't think he was capable of lying, even to spare someone's feelings, and... she was not wrong.

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Steven threaded their fingers together. He studied them for a moment, feeling the solidness of Llewellyn's hand against his. "So many things were confusing in my life. Even before I knew why. I'd lose time, things, me. People would have conversations with me and I've no idea what they were talking about. All sorts of references to things I didn't remember saying or agreeing to. It's not like that with you. I can ask when it gets all jumbled and you don't get cross about it. It's nice."

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"You see?" Watts said, bringing their clasped hands up so he could press a kiss to Steven's knuckles. "A good match."

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"And for some reason you're not bothered about it," Steven said. Which was a broader comment given the knowledge gained in the past week, but it was true all the same. "Still getting used to that."

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"Steven Grant," Watts said solemnly. "There is nothing about you I've found to be a bother. So yes, get used to it you'd better."

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Steven felt warmth go through him at Llewellyn using his full name. He nestled in closer in response. "See? You being wonderful again. How am I to say no to that?"

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“You do not,” Watts said simply. “Although speaking of saying things- I never did say thank you properly for arranging everything last night.” Given how things had ended up, it’s possible Steven had got the message anyhow. “So. Thank you. It was wonderful.”

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How things ended up was a good hint, but it was nice to hear all the same. "I'm glad. I must say there being no surprises was handy. No worrying that I'd chosen something wrong and ruined your night."