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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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Simon voiced the silent question between them without hesitation— it needed to be said. “So, what now? I haven’t had a- a boyfriend in years- what… how do I do this?”

"I…I don't know either. I've never been very good at relationships," Kaye said, a small nervous laugh escaping him. Perhaps he hadn't been in the best relationships before, and they hadn't lasted very long, but he promised himself to try his hardest with Simon. "Let's do simple questions– like, what's your favorite color?"

"Grey," Simon replied without hesitation and froze. Now was decidedly not a good time to mention that colour– especially not in front of Kaye. Lionel's in the past. Forget him. "I mean– Maroon, probably. How about you?"

Kaye tilted his head to the side faintly when Simon quickly changed his answer, though didn't press any questions. It was most likely just a change of mind. "Probably…grey-blue, like rainy days," he finally said after a few moments of pause.

"I like rainy days too," Simon agreed, cutting a rough triangle out of his waffle. "It helps with my skin. And it's so.. peaceful. Calming. I don't know." He raised the bite-sized piece to his mouth, completely forgetting that Kaye had no idea about his lineage.

"Skin?" Kaye asked curiously as he took a few bites out of his waffle, an almost confused expression crossing his face. What did Simon mean by that exactly? The thought triggered some memory from last night, of something the other man had showed them or told, though he couldn't pin point it.

Shit. The realization struck him straight in the face. He'd slipped up. He needs to know! Simon's brain argued, You can't exactly date the guy without telling him your species.. "Uh– Right. About that." Fidgeting anxiously, he averted his eyes once more. "I'm not– shit. How do I– I'm not.. human. Sort of."

"Not human?" Kaye repeated, his tone open though his expression appearing as if he were caught up in his own thoughts. He's not human…either? He realized that this wasn't too problematic, since Simon wouldn't mind Kaye not being exactly human either, though he didn't know if he was ready to explain. It was complicated and there was so much to go over, a couple decades worth of it, and if Simon was being open about something, wouldn't Kaye have to eventually?

Simon wrung his hands anxiously in his lap. "Yeah. Uh–" He bit his lip, his meal forgotten. "I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier.. if you want to back out, that's– that's okay." Please don't back out.. "I'm a.. I'm a Siren."

"I'm not going to back out, Simon," Kaye started, reading how anxious Simon seemed to be. Never. But never was a strong word…one that he wasn't sure he should be using yet. "And it's okay…I have– I've met some people…like you. Sirens." He added, and it was true. A few years ago, he had stumbled upon a dark haired Siren who had been a little more vicious than he would have liked, but his experience wasn't bad.

Simon's shoulders relaxed as he let out a quiet breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I'm glad," he answered, unsure which of the two statements he was replying to. "You're sure? I don't want to force you into anything.." Gentle waves of relief washed over him, though he knew they might not last. He savoured them while he could, leaning back in his chair.

"Of course, I'm sure," Kaye reassured him with a light smile, wondering if Simon was relieved that he wouldn't leave them. Did they care about him that much? He never would have thought so a few days ago. Though, even with this small pause of relief, more worries added up. Now tell him about yourself. He deserves to know, his mind argued, though Kaye protested, unsure of how to put it into words. You couldn't just flat out tell someone that you were some vengeful spirit…could you?

A faint smile reappeared, significantly softening his features. It faded quickly as he took in how.. uncertain Kaye looked. Was he having second guesses he didn't want to voice? "Kaye?" he spoke up tentatively. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I was just– just," he started patiently, though his fingers knotted together anxiously in his lap. C'mon, tell him. Just tell him, his mind continued to press, but he found himself unable to get the words out. "It's– I… I was just thinking about us, you know, before this. When we first met," Kaye finally managed. It was partly true, so he hoped it was also believable.

Simon nodded– though he wasn't entirely convinced. Something about Kaye's demeanour seemed… off, but he wasn't going to pry. It wasn't his business. "Right, okay. Also, just a….. I don't know. Just– It's hard for me to be this open all the time. So if I ever temporarily revert to my regular closed-up self… I'm sorry."

"I get it. Just know…you can talk to me. For anything really," Kaye said slowly, careful not to rush his sentence and choose his words on his own time. He hoped Simon would be able to open up completely one day. If you are together for that long, his thoughts doubted, clouding his mind for a few moments. You've messed every other relationship. Kaye pursed his lips, an action that flashed across his features for only a few fleeting moments before he resumed his usual open expression.

Simon didn't miss the brief change of expression, but he did his best to brush it off. "Yeah. You too, you know that, right? That said, you don't have to tell me everything."

"I–" Kaye started, pausing and drawing his brows together as he struggled to voice his thoughts. Simon was right, he needed to talk to them, tell them what was on his mind– it was only fair. Just be honest. Well, he decided he could at least be honest with one thing on his mind. "I'm– I worry about what we are now. If we– if I mess something up. I've never been good at these kinds of things…" He mumbled with a loose shrug, never really comfortable with telling people how he really felt. Though, Kaye knew he could trust Simon. They were here for him, right?

Simon stood, coming around the side of the table and seating himself next to Kaye. "I get what you're feeling.." he admitted quietly. "But I think it's normal to feel that to some extent. I mean– everyone messes up, right? If you somehow messed up, I'd probably– I'd forgive you." Don't make promises you can't keep… He pushed the thought away.

Kaye nodded slowly, believing Simon, though only more concerns slowly came to mind. What had…what had Simon told him last night? He only got fleeting remnants of their conversation, but an important point stuck in his mind. "What about your family…what about your brother– Erik?" He started, his tone a bit soft spoken as he thought back to the events of the bar one night. "What if he finds out about us?"

For a split second, something in Simon's eyes crumbled to dust. He cleared his throat, tensing at the mere mention of his so-called 'family'. "They won't. My father is hallway across the Pacific Ocean, and my mother is– my mother is– is… dying. If Erik tries anything he'll follow."

Kaye glanced up towards Simon, noticing the flash of emotion that seemed to cross their features, almost weighing them down in worry. Suddenly, he felt the urge to comfort Simon, even if he was already concerned himself. "You're right. We'll– we'll be alright…everything will sort itself out," he tried with a small smile, his small hand taking Simon's scarred one tentatively, unsure of this new 'sweet gesture' boundary he was entering.

(*halfway not hallway lol sorry, I know my typing is atrocious)

Simon blinked down at their intertwined fingers, the slight smile making a reappearance. "This is going to take some time getting used to.." he murmured, carefully raising Kaye's hand up and brushing his mouth across the back of it. "I'm not- I'm not so good at.. cute stuff. I'm sorry. I'm trying."

(lol, dw about it)

"God, me neither. I didn't know how you'd react to that," Kaye laughed, his spirit's raising at the small smile he was able to pull out from Simon. Their breakfast seemed long forgotten, though he didn't mind, rather interested in focusing his attention on Simon instead and the feeling of their lips against his knuckles.

Simon mirrored the laugh, though his was shyer, almost as if he was scared to get too happy. "I think I'd react well to everything you did.." He blushed softly. "Gah. See what you've done to me?" Waving vaguely at his pink cheeks, he bit his lip.