[ no, this is good. it'd better than he could have asked for. the pleased noise from before having him once more turning to deepening the kiss as his own free hand wraps itself against the side of gingham's shirt. ]
[he shifts his hand so it's running through phoenix's hair, idly running his thumb across the space there, making sure to be careful of the scars. he starts to glow lightly without really realizing it]
[ he usually doesn't like when people mess with his hair, but with gingham it feels nice. a small pleased sound only interrupted by the awareness of new light against his eyelids. blinking them open for a brief second before deciding no that's cute and worth it and pulling the other boy closer as he shifts to pull them into a more comfortable position on the bed without pulling away. ]
[shifting along with him to lay back on the bed, which means he's accidentally shifting directly onto a half eaten plate of eggs that he left on the bed like a fool!!
then shooting straight up again in surprise, quite possibly headbutting him in the process given their current proximity]
[ note to self: maybe don't leave plates of food out mid-makeout sess ]
[ which is to say that the sudden alarm that shoots through gingham shoots through him, but before he can register it he's not quite getting headbutt - but he sure is getting hit in the nose hard with a head. same difference - ]
[ gingham gets up and he falls back onto the bed one hand dislodging enough to rub his nose - ]
It was - the whole trust thing. How I trusted you with the real me and wanted you to know my real name. [ He shifts a little. ] Which is dangerous, but you already know like half of it anyway.
I do. Want to tell you. And of course, I don't expect you to tell me yours.
[ readily said as he looks down. ]
It's William. [ a beat, he already knows that. he heard it before. but he knows his name situation (vision????) is weird. ] But it's also Billy. Which I know is just a nickname for William but - it feels different in my head. So it's both?
[ for a moment he's lost in the strangeness of hearing his name aloud - not phoenix that he'd thought about changing recently. but his. that he doesn't fully register the pause until gingham speaks. ]
[ and he looks at him quickly. there's no taking it back, he knows but still. it's out of his mouth before he can stop himself: ]
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then shooting straight up again in surprise, quite possibly headbutting him in the process given their current proximity]
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[ which is to say that the sudden alarm that shoots through gingham shoots through him, but before he can register it he's not quite getting headbutt - but he sure is getting hit in the nose hard with a head. same difference - ]
[ gingham gets up and he falls back onto the bed one hand dislodging enough to rub his nose - ]
Ging- what is it?
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Soooo it turns out the eggs were still on the plate and the plate was still on the bed. Betrayed by breakfast...
You okay?
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Sorry. My fault.
'm fine, pride might be bruised a little.
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[ it's a joke ]
You surprised me. In a nice way.
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... I like it when you kiss me first.
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[was already red but goes redder]
Well, um - I'll make sure to remember that.
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[ it's quiet. he's going to grab his(!) pillow and hide his head in it as he breathes out ]
I take it you believed I meant what I said...?
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...Yeah, I did. Or, I do. And - thank you, seriously.
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You have nothing to thank me for. And, of course, I believe you too. That's the rules right?
[ you can't deny it!!! tho teasingly he adds: ] You didn't let me finish.
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[takes the pillow and puts his face in it instead. his turn.]
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[ worriedly putting his hands on the pillow!! ]
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It was - the whole trust thing. How I trusted you with the real me and wanted you to know my real name. [ He shifts a little. ] Which is dangerous, but you already know like half of it anyway.
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If you want to tell me, of course I'll listen.
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I do. Want to tell you. And of course, I don't expect you to tell me yours.
[ readily said as he looks down. ]
It's William. [ a beat, he already knows that. he heard it before. but he knows his name situation (vision????) is weird. ] But it's also Billy. Which I know is just a nickname for William but - it feels different in my head. So it's both?
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Which one would you prefer I call you? I mean - in private, obviously.
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Either? They both feel right. Maybe Billy?
[ it feels weird to say it aloud, it's like his voice gets quieter ]
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[after an awkward pause of brief indecision]
—I'm Rupert.
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[ and he looks at him quickly. there's no taking it back, he knows but still. it's out of his mouth before he can stop himself: ]
You didn't have to tell me that.
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