Queen's Park, Toronto, Wednesday Afternoon

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Monday, Steven and Watts had indulged in a lie-in followed by a late breakfast. Then, they'd gotten dressed up and headed down to the lounge for high tea followed by an evening outing to the symphony. Yesterday, they'd gone to a wine-tasting, from which Watts had come back with several interesting vintages, some of them even local. Canadian wines really had improved over the last century.

Today was- well, traditionally it would be date night, but they'd actually headed out in the afternoon, for a carriage ride tour of Queen's Park.

The weather was a little chilly, though, so Watts had insisted on picking up a couple of mochas at a nearby coffee shop before they headed in to the park, and now he was holding on to both cups so that Steven could step up into the carriage, after which he would follow.

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"All right, good," Steven said. "Looking forward to tomorrow? The big game?"

Steven didn't actually know if that was the right way to describe it but it felt like it should be.

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Well, it was an opening day game! Those were a big deal! So big game felt apt.

“I am,” he said. “Though I hope they’ve snacks other than hot dogs available.” Because of course that would be a concern.

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"Don't feel you've need to miss out on hot dogs on my account," Steven said. "Marc certainly won't."

Assuming beef hot dogs, of course.

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“Oh no, trust me, this is- an aversion that existed long before we met,” Watts assured him. “I was very nearly poisoned with one. Haven’t been able to look at them without my stomach roiling since.”

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"Ah," Steven said. He leaned in a little closer to Llewellyn, feeling a touch more protective. "That I can't help with, I'm afraid. But you needn't worry on other counts. They've plenty of options, I'm sure."

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“Crackerjacks, I suppose,” Watts said with a smile. “At least, I’d hope.”

Because of the song and all.

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Steven smiled, because he was familiar with it as well. "Peanuts too?"

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“Peanuts too,” Watts agreed. “Though unlike Miss Katie Casey, I wouldn’t want to remain at the ball game forever.”

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"I hope not," Steven said with a smile. He bumped their shoulders together. "I'd miss you."

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"And I you," Watts said. "All the snacks in the world couldn't replace you."

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A pleased blush touched Steven's cheeks again. "Is that so? High praise, coming from you. Not even a soft pretzel?"

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"Any day of the week. It is not even close to being a contest, my darling," Watts told him.

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Steven was very much looking at Llewellyn with heart eyes now. It was easy to remember to start with, "Thank you, Llew. That's a wonderful thing to say. Nothing else is a contest for me either."

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"Not even some fantastic Ancient Egyptian treasure?" he couldn't resist asking.

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"Not in the slightest," Steven said. "A treasure couldn't take care of me like you do."

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"Oh," and now Watts was blushing. "It is my pleasure to do so."

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"You do so very well," Steven said. "There's no treasure of any kind in any world that could replace you. I promise you that."

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"Thank you," Watts said. "That- means a great deal to me." Just in case that wasn't already clear.

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"No person either," Steven said, since it didn't hurt to make that clear as well. "You are unique, Llewellyn Watts, and I want no other."

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"I think," Watts said slowly. "That I am going to have to kiss you now, Steven Grant."

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"I will absolutely let you, if that's something you would like to do," Steven said, as he'd been wanting to kiss Llewellyn for a while now.

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"Very much so," Watts said, leaning in to do just that.

It wasn't a long, drawn-out sort of kiss. But nor was it a quick peck on the lips. It was something comfortably in-between.

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Steven bumped their noses together before Llewellyn moved away. He whispered, "Love you dearly, my dear."

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"Hmm," Watts hummed happily. "That's me. All yours."

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"Bloody right you are," Steven said. They were already sitting close together, but even so Steven shifted closer. "I'd have strong words if that changed."