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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"Not that one, no," Watts agreed, with a glance towards the book Steven had been reading earlier.

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"Be uncomfortable for even just one of us," Steven said. "No. Much better where we are. Stay here, please."

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"All right," Watts agreed. "Although-" he suddenly looked concerned.

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Steven now did as well. "What?"

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"You're not- you've not given up on composing your stories, have you?" Watts asked.

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"What? No," Steven said. "What made you think that?"

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"You said it'd be uncomfortable for the two of us in your book," Watts pointed out.

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"What - oh!" Steven laughed and hugged Llewellyn once he got it. No further words at the moment, he was still giggling.

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"I really was concerned for a moment there, you know," Watts said, visibly relaxing.

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"Where you?" Steven immediately became serious. "I'm sorry, I thought you were making a joke."

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"I had been, but then you repeated yourself, and the thought crossed my mind that- well. No matter. I was wrong, and happy enough now to have been so."

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Steven immediately hugged him. "I'm sorry, love. I never want to laugh when you're being serious."

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"It's all right," Watts said. "I was trying for a joke, after all. It's only- the timing did not work, I suppose."

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"I'm sorry," Steven said again, hugging him tighter. "Of course I'm still writing and thinking of my stories. You're my favorite thing to think about for them. But that book on the table isn't one of mine. It's one I'm reading. That's why I didn't realize what you meant at first."

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Watts nodded. "That much I did know, at least."

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"There's always room for you, I promise," Steven said. He still felt horrible about laughing so just kept hugging Llewellyn tightly.

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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.