Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

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After Steven and Llewellyn's usual trip over to the mainland they came home for an easy Saturday afternoon. Llewellyn went to the library to practice his piano. Steven, for his part, set up dinner in the slow cooker.

Once that was done and the house began to be filled with delicious smells, Steven set himself up in the living room. He curled up on the couch with a book, happily losing track of the time. Raphael kept him company by sitting on the back of the couch and watching the fish swimming in their tank.

On the whole, Steven had no complaints. Other than the lack of his beau, of course, but that could be fixed later when Llewellyn was free.

[for the beau when he is free]

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"So long as that is so, I am content," Watts told him.

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"I am sorry," Steven said again. "I hate that I laughed when you didn't mean for me to."

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"It's all right," Watts said again. "Truly. The joke had been my original intent." And then he'd gotten caught up in overthinking.

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Steven started to relax. "If you're certain?"

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"I am," Watts said. "I started out trying to craft a joke and then faltered when my mind offered up an explanation for your words that was not even close to the truth."

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Steven relaxed a little more. "All right. If that's the case. Long as you didn't feel I was mocking you?"

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"I promise I did not," Watts said. "If anything, I am disappointed in myself."

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"Oh no, don't be, love," Steven said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

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"I literally did interpret your words incorrectly," Watts pointed out.

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"And I did yours," Steven said. "We're... even? Perhaps?"

Steven wasn't certain if that was true so he was genuinely asking.

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"I suppose that works," Watta decided, after giving it a moment's thought.

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"Doesn't have to be if you're not certain," Steven said, just to be sure. "Sort of feeling it out as I go here."

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"I'd rather be even than not," Watts told him.

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"Long as you're not saying that on my account," Steven said. "Sorry. I just - I hate that I might have hurt you."

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"I'm not," Watts told him. "Honesty, remember?"

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"Right, right, sorry," Steven said. "I'll let it go. Here. We'll talk about something else then. Er, not sure what."

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"Mmm, I'd say how much I love you, but I do believe we covered that?" Watts checked. "How about 'How much longer before dinner?'"

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"Don't mind being thorough on the topic of loving you," Steven said. He looked around to see the time. "Hmm. Half hour, about?"

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"Good," Watts said. "I'm getting rather hungry," he admitted.

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"We could start in on salad if you like?" Steven said. "No reason that has to wait. Other than that it requires getting up, that is."

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"You wouldn't mind?" Watts checked. Yes, Steven had been the one to suggest it, but he wanted to make sure.

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"I'd miss cuddling with you but we can resume that after dinner," Steven said.

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"Come here," Watts said, pulling him in to a kiss.

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Steven happily returned that kiss, trying to shore himself up for the horror of needing to get up and go into the kitchen.

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Exactly! It was... mutual fortification! Against going to eat a nice salad. Like you do.