For Elio

[latermaybe]

As summer drew to a close, the new semester gearing up and the anniversary of my third year in Darrow approaching, I couldn't help but think back on my conversation with Sihyun at Pride. My reaction to the news of his engagement has nagged at the back of my mind since the Spring. Even more so, I was rattled by my later admission that the planning of a wedding, and the stress and attention it would bring, was something I instinctively shrank from.

It made me quiet and contemplative, and while I could hide such things in the first weeks of the semester, I knew now that Elio would've noticed.

So, tonight, I made tea. I bought a box of pastries we both liked. Our dinner was small, intimate, as it usually was. Comfortable. Content. I was happy, and making a change felt unwise, but I knew we were both waiting for the other to do something. Say something.

And it needed to be me.

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[latermaybe]

"We'll pick one out while we're both drunk on champagne. That seems like a sound strategy," I teased him, throwing an arm around his waist and hauling him closer.

"Is this brunch happening in public, or are we staying here?"

I didn't hate the idea of going out, but I would never turn down the opportunity for an intimate breakfast, just the two of us.

[speakordie]

“Literally nothing could go wrong.” Oliver strong arms me in closer and I toss a leg over his thigh, smiling at the intimate press of my mostly soft, sticky thigh against his hip.

“Mm, that’s a good question,” I reply, brow furrowing as I think about it. I had pictured us out somewhere when I said it, but the idea of delivery is an appealing one. Perhaps too appealing…

“But do you think we’ll actually get out of bed to go somewhere if we drink mimosas in it?” I ask seriously. “If any syrup or powdered sugar gets on you, our plans are toast.”