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[spktr]

I know. I know what you mean. It is different and I wouldn't change it for anything.

hope you know when I said I love you, I meant in all ways. even if we can't have that again.

[accessgranted]

[ He's not crying, really, he's just allergic to text messages and there have been a lot of them. ]

Goes without saying but I'll sayit anyway
me too
easywhen i knew it evne before i thoguht there was anychance for anything
for us
like that

[spktr]

[there's a wave of fondness that goes through him, and he's unsure if Steven can feel it, but it's strong.]

Are you okay?

[accessgranted]

me, yeah im aces mate
never been better

[spktr]

Steven...

[He sighs out loud.]

Not sure why we're texting when we can just talk.

[accessgranted]

Sometimes it's easier to just... not talk, because words are messy and complicated and sometimes they just spill out of your mouth because you just can't stop yourself and--

[spktr]

[A fond little laugh]

It's not so bad when it's you though.

Fuck, I really am biased, aren't I?

[accessgranted]

[ Lets out a wet laugh of his own, but he's busy trying to rub his face, to keep it together. ]

Fraid so, love.

[spktr]

I hope I didn't upset you. We're gonna be alright. We'll see each other tonight.

[accessgranted]

I'm-- [ Another broken laugh, ] You lovable cabbage-- I'm not making a mess because I'm sad. [ A messy sort of sniffle, ] I'm happy.

[spktr]

Did you just call me cabbage?

[though only Steven would think he's lovable tbh]

I'm just doomed to always make you cry then, huh? No matter what.

[accessgranted]

I-- well yeah. [ He admits sheepishly, slouching back as he rubs his hands together. ] Don't say it like that. Marc, you know this-- isn't like that.

[spktr]

I know, I know. I was mostly kidding.

Guess I should just be glad I make you happy at all.

[accessgranted]

You're not some harbinger of misery, you know that right?

[spktr]

Maybe not, but it does seem to have this bad habit of finding me.

You make things feel better though.

[accessgranted]

That-- it isn't your fault, Marc. Not everything is. The world is cruel and unfair and awful sometimes, but that's not you.

Nothing you've done makes you bad. Maybe a little bit of a twat sometimes, but that's hardly exclusive to you.

[spktr]

Sorry I- I really didn't mean to make this about me. [A heavy sigh.] I like seeing you happy, can we go back to that?

[accessgranted]

It's alright, you're my second favorite subject. [ He muses, hand sliding up and pushing a few curls out of his face, feeling a light dampness there and realizing perhaps heavier rain is on the way. ]

Well, you're just the man for the job. I like seeing you happy too. Even if I reassure you till you don't want to talk to me anymore.

[spktr]

I think it's starting to stick bit by bit.

[which is a feat in and of itself. there's still a lot of progress to be made but he's... trying.]

Thinking about getting to touch you again makes me happy.

[accessgranted]

Making you into a pillow makes me happy. [ Foolishly happy, but there was something so real about being able to just rest, listen to the steady beat of his heart made him feel impossibly warm, terribly in love, and every other overwhelming good feeling he could remember. ]

Everything else is a bonus.

[spktr]

[Another chuckle]

Good to know you've got your priorities straight.

[accessgranted]

Kissing is good too, I mean. I like that a lot.

[spktr]

Oh, I know. You can't hide that one from me.

[accessgranted]

The pajama pants really did nothing for me there.

[spktr]

I definitely didn't mind.