[ He didn't consider that her family might be here too. Dom has the words at the ready: at least my moms like you, but that belief quickly evaporates, corrected by reality. Now he's left wondering why he'd make that mixup. Why the word 'witch' suddenly seems relevant. Squeezing Teddie, he rubs his own forehead for a while. Not quite a headache, but… ]
Whatever. It's not like we're dating each other's families.
[ There was an attempt to be comforting. ]
If she wants to meet … I'm cool with that.
[ He can convince himself to be until the day comes, anyway. ]
[Theo wants this vision he sees to be reality - best of both worlds, maybe they'd also like each other? But again he has that selfish pang in his chest. Trying to force people together for his own benefit. Standing on other people's feelings. He needs to be open and understanding, so he tries to be. But he leans toward Dom, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him close.]
[ And there he is again, feeling small, seen. The daydream about getting back together with Teddie is real, for now, a warmth he was settling into before his ex— before his boyfriend says the words that take him to his room back home, to the back of the school building where some hid away to smoke while they did it to make out (and smoke), to the school dance where they had sex for the first time.
His hands are on Teddie's waist, clutching his shirt. Why is this the thing that makes him realize what he lost? Dom leans in for an urgent kiss, like that will calm him down. ]
Fuck. [ He clears his throat, rubs the corner of his eye. ] I love you too. I can't believe you're—
[Teddie leans into the kiss, nursing it afterward with smaller ones. He feels like his smile is hard to get rid of, and he doesn't want to let go of Dom either. This feels like a big decision somehow - it means a lot of work for them. Figuring out their families. What to do after their stay here. How to keep going without falling into the same ruts. But Teddie's filled with a sense of positivity, like he's no longer marked by some dark cloud. There's possibilities. He can have hope again.
One more kiss.]
Me either. But even if we do, we'll fix it instead of quitting it. Deal?
[ Each kiss makes him want one more. When Teddie stops, Dom looking up at him without words, he moves in to rest on his shoulder and takes a deep breath in the pause. It's easier to imagine the future when there's reassurances, when Teddie can offer so much optimism. He's still the sun tattooed on Dom's skin. ]
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[ He didn't consider that her family might be here too. Dom has the words at the ready: at least my moms like you, but that belief quickly evaporates, corrected by reality. Now he's left wondering why he'd make that mixup. Why the word 'witch' suddenly seems relevant. Squeezing Teddie, he rubs his own forehead for a while. Not quite a headache, but… ]
Whatever. It's not like we're dating each other's families.
[ There was an attempt to be comforting. ]
If she wants to meet … I'm cool with that.
[ He can convince himself to be until the day comes, anyway. ]
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[Theo wants this vision he sees to be reality - best of both worlds, maybe they'd also like each other? But again he has that selfish pang in his chest. Trying to force people together for his own benefit. Standing on other people's feelings. He needs to be open and understanding, so he tries to be. But he leans toward Dom, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him close.]
... I love you.
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His hands are on Teddie's waist, clutching his shirt. Why is this the thing that makes him realize what he lost? Dom leans in for an urgent kiss, like that will calm him down. ]
Fuck. [ He clears his throat, rubs the corner of his eye. ] I love you too. I can't believe you're—
[ Here. Close to him, saying that. ]
I don't wanna fuck this up.
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One more kiss.]
Me either. But even if we do, we'll fix it instead of quitting it. Deal?
🎀
Deal.