Four Seasons Hotel Alexandria, Friday Afternoon

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Thursday had been spent enjoying themselves as much as possible, including the couples massage which had proven a great way to wind down after some sight seeing.

Friday... Friday was quieter.

Steven sat outside by their pool. He was dressed in his swimsuit but he was currently sitting cross legged by the edge of the pool looking into the water.

Looking at his reflection. Which was his reflection.

Which was fine. Good. What Steven was for, of course. Handling things that were too much or too painful for Marc to deal with.

Still. It wasn't as though Steven liked dealing with it either.

Steven sighed and kept looking down towards the water, not sure what to do.

[for the beau. warning for discussion of parent death and child abuse]

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[hasaknightjob]

"I don't - " Steven started, hesitated, then went ahead anyway. "I'm not sure about telling Harley? If he doesn't want to?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I think that's best left to him," Watts said.

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"It's not as though he'll be more inclined to be out and about," Steven said. "And later in the week is usually our time anyway."

Whether that affected anything that happened early in the week after remained to be seen, of course.

[pocketpretzels]

"Our time," Watts echoed, smiling fondly. "I like that you think of it that way, though of course- I don't have exclusive claim to your time, if ever you wanted to do something apart from me."

[hasaknightjob]

"You in return of course," Steven said. "Besides our work, naturally. When we're not having lunch together."

[pocketpretzels]

"I do reserve the right for the occasional non-lunch visit," Watts told him.

[hasaknightjob]

"Of course," Steven said. "You are our VIP after all."

Did Blathers consider someone a VIP? Eh, didn't count.

[pocketpretzels]

"VIP, hm?" Watts echoed, smiling besottedly at Steven.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very," Steven said, giving Llewellyn a kiss between each word, "Important. Person."

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"Flirt," Watts said, grinning widely between those kisses.

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"That would be VIF," Steven said, grinning. "Very Important Flirt."

[pocketpretzels]

"That's you," Watts declared. "Most Important Flirt of my acquaintance. Also the only one I care to know."

[hasaknightjob]

"MIF?" Steven considered, then nodded his approval. "I'll allow it."

[pocketpretzels]

"Good," Watts reached out with one finger to boop Steven gently on the nose. "I'm glad."

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The boop got a giggle out of Steven.

"VSF as well," he said. "Very Specific Flirt."

[pocketpretzels]

"I do engage in some very targeted flirting myself," Watts mused. "So I understand that. And approve."

[hasaknightjob]

"VTF then?" Steven asked. "I don't mind being the recipient of that. If I'm who you mean."

[pocketpretzels]

"You are," Watts confirmed. "The only one I am interested in."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'd have strong words if I wasn't," Steven said. Then, more seriously, "And be sad."

[pocketpretzels]

"I promise, darling, from the bottom of my heart: there's only you for me," Watts replied, also serious. "I'm here to help see you through the sad times, not be the cause of them."

[hasaknightjob]

A smile came back to Steven's face. "You're being a poet again."

[pocketpretzels]

"I find you inspiring," Watts told Steven.

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"Thank you," Steven said. "I like being inspiring. Though I think now you're flirting."

[pocketpretzels]

"Hmmm," Watts hummed. "It's possible I'm hoping you'll say yes to a dance with me later tonight."

[hasaknightjob]

"I see," Steven said, pretending to think about it. "Just the one?"