Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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Saturday's routine had started off like normal, heading off to the mainland to attend services. Once they were back on the island, however, Watts was off to the clinic for the first in what he'd found out would be a series of vaccinations over the next several weeks.

Hence his current state, sore and generally unwell-feeling, bundled up on the couch in the library.

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"I like being able to send you messages whenever I please," Watts admitted. "And tokens."

Yes, he considered the flowers he had delivered to the museum on a semi-regular basis to be tokens.

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"Courting me even still," Steven said, smiling at him fondly.

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"Forever, if you'll allow it," Watts said.

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"Allow and encourage," Steven replied. "It's an honor to be courted by you."

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"Hmmm," Watts hummed. "I like that you think so."

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"You're rather good at it," Steven told him. He idly twirled one of Llewellyn's curls around his finger. "If you wondered."

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"I am?" Watts asked. "Haven't all that much experience doing it- properly."

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"You are," Steven told him. He used his free hand to caress Llewellyn's cheek. "It's everything I could have ever wanted from being courted. Flowers, gifts, little notes. I love it."

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Watts closed his eyes, savouring the touch. "That makes me wonderfully happy."

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"I like being able to do things like that for you as well," Steven said. "I always wanted to be able to do that for someone. Show that I cared thought little gestures as well as big."

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"They never fail to brighten my day," Watts told him. "Whenever I see one of those notes you've left."

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"I'm tempted to put some in your pockets sometimes," Steven admitted. "But I've never been certain if they would get lost among your own notes?"

Particularly when they fell to the floor like leaves.

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"They might," Watts admitted. "And I would not want to- unintentionally ignore something nice you did. Because I didn't know."

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"I'll keep at what I've been doing then," Steven decided, reassured he'd been right in his guess on how to handle it. "Plain sight, like on your piano."

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"I can't miss them there," Watts agreed, smiling up at Steven.

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"I don't ever want you to miss knowing I love you," Steven said, smiling back down. He ran his fingers gently over Llewellyn's hair. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do? Something I'm not doing already? Or something you don't care for as much that I should stop?"

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Watts frowned. "Right now?"

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"Yes," Steven said. "Or in general."

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"I like what you're doing right now," Watts admitted. "The-" he made a kneading motion with his hands. "Feels nice."

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"I'm glad," Steven said. He moved his hand to massage another spot on Llewellyn's head. "Anything else?"

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"I, ah- I don't- think so?" Watts said. "I suppose there could be something I like, but I wouldn't know it if you hadn't done it, if that makes any sense?"

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"It does," Steven said. "I wasn't sure if perhaps there was something you wanted that I hadn't done. Like when I thought you didn't like flowers."

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There was, of course, also the fact that Watts was just really bad at asking for things in general. "Flowers and food," Watts said. "Both are- both are nice."

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"I can keep doing those," Steven promised. "Anything else? Something you don't care for? It's all right to tell me if there is."

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"No, I- I like the things you do." Watts told him. "Is there- something you'd prefer I not do? Or something else I ought to be?"