milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kyle really, really didn't want to give an example of what he had done that could be considered dramatic. Because...well, it'd been a while, but it still wasn't something he liked to think about.

"...No."

"Well," Connor says, "If I do something... dramatic, you might just have to let me know."

That was a little worrying, but he figures he shouldn't let himself worry about it. If he just acted normally, all shoudl be fine?

"I'll make sure to do that," he said with a sheepish expression, feeling bad that he couldn't be more specific without digging up painful memories.

"Then it'll be simple." Or at least, it seemed that way to Connor. "I've just... I've never done this before. So I might make mistakes."

"You always make mistakes," Kyle said with a wry smile. Because, really. You made mistakes no matter how many times you've gone through it.

"Well, I guess I'll find out." Which was... a really nice thought, really. Connor has to smile at that. He'd never really expect things to end up here... not at all.

"What? Are you happy to make mistakes?" Kyle asked, puzzled. Remember, he was the dense one!

"No," Connor says, "I'm happy to be involved in this at all. I can take mistakes along the way."

Kyle couldn't help from blushing a little, scratching the back of his neck. Connor made it sound so...big.

He made it sound big because it -was- a big thing, to him at least. But now he's really not sure what else to say. "So what... do we do now?"

"Um." Well...don't ask Kyle! Or something. "Anything else you want to talk about?"

"I think," Connor says, "That about covered it all."

"Okay."

That was when his stomach decided to go off.

"...Want to go eat something?"

...probably a good idea, yes. "Okay." Connor pauses. "And.... thank you."

Kyle scratched the top of his nose.

"Um. No need for that." Was he blushing? Nope. He grabbed Connor's hand, leading the way to the bar to go grab some food.

"There is, because you helped me," Connor insists, and squeezes Kyle's hand as he follows.

Kyle simply blushed some more as they went to get some food into their stomachs. He did squeeze back, though.

All, newly~~wed~~ found bliss.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only