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Oh, god.

[He leans away a little, raises a hand to run it nervously through his hair. He isn't yet anxious enough to pull any out, which is a good sign. Marco's nerves are just feeding into his, like an awful feedback loop of anxiety. He looks away, his expression almost guilty.

What did he just do? This is going to make everything strange between them, stupid, stupid, impulsive, idiot--]

I didn't -- that isn't why.

[He hopes to god that Marco doesn't ask, because he doesn't know. To add insult to injury his voice has gone hissy around the s sounds like it's been doing lately whenever his nerves act up.]

[Fortunately for Fiddleford, the hiss hardly registers in Marco's mind, because he is too busy processing what he just said.]

... What?

[Unfortunately for Fiddleford, Marco absolutely needs to make sure -]

Th... Then why...? [He brings a hand to his lips, as if still in disbelief as to what happened - but there is a definite, visible touch of hope in his eyes too. He doesn't want to make Fiddleford uncomfortable, he doesn't want to ruin everything, but if the man just wanted to kiss him, then...]

I don't know.

[It comes out too high, too panicked. He presses his fingers to his temple and rubs like he's trying to will away a headache he doesn't even have yet.]

I don't know. It just felt... I don't know. I'm sorry.

[He doesn't even entirely know why he's apologizing, but he feels the distinct need to all the same.]

[Marco isn't entirely sure how to describe the emotion he feels when Fiddleford answers. There is relief, for some reason. There is also disappointment, for reasons he's well aware of. Hope? Anticipation? Fear?

Regardless, he attempts his most comforting smile.]

It's okay. You don't have to answer that.

I'm... glad you enjoyed that, though. I'm really, really glad. [He averts his eyes as if his hands were more interesting to look at than Fiddleford's face.] I hope this doesn't make things uncomfortable between us.

I sure hope it doesn't.

[Fiddleford can't lose Marco; he's just about the best friend he has here. He absolutely cannot jeopardize their relationship, and the scary thing is he doesn't know whether kissing Marco or not kissing Marco feels like the riskier course of action.

He forces his hand away from his head before he actually does start pulling out his hair and, almost like it's second nature, it settles on Marco's chest. Oh, boy. That's just one more thing on top of the steadily mounting pile of evidence that he might, in fact, have more complicated feelings for Marco Evangelisti than just close friendship.]

But I did like it. I did. And I... I'd be willin' to do it again.

[You know. If Marco feels like it. He could take it or leave it, obviously. His brain definitely isn't buzzing a mile a minute with the memory of how Marco's lips felt. There definitely isn't a voice in his head telling him he's being an impulsive idiot and he's not gay but he might be gay for Marco Evangelisti but he can't be gay but he might be bisexual because that's a thing you can be apparently. No. He is cool as a cucumber. Obviously.

He just. He just needs to run some tests. To be very sure.]

[When Fiddleford places his hand on his chest, Marco isn't immediately sure what to do. It reminds him of that time in his workshop, when he read too much into things - did he? Didn't he? What if Fiddleford was already struggling with these feelings back then, and he simply didn't want to say it? - and he put his hand on his and Fiddleford recoiled.

He recoiled, didn't he? That's what happened, isn't it? Either way, that's when Marco knew he had to back off.

And now Fiddleford is telling him this.

This time, what Marco does is place his hand on top of Fiddleford's, close his eyes and lean in for a second kiss.]

[This time Fiddleford allows himself to take his time with this kiss. It's not passionate, exactly, but it's less of a sudden impulsive thing and more slow and thorough. What he discovers is... bolstering, in a weird way. It's honestly like kissing a woman if he closes his eyes. There's no different feel to it like he thought there somehow might be. It's just a kiss, and a good kiss at that. The buzz of anxiety that had been preparing itself to flare into a real panic attack instead quiets and fades out into nothing, chased away by the cool softness of Marco's lips.

Justine's kisses never did that to him but his wife's sure did, what feels like a lifetime ago. There... there is something to this. He can't deny that anymore, even if acknowledging it is terrifying.

His tail shifts beneath Marco and another loop of it lifts to press gently against Marco's back in a scaly caress. It's as much a product of the mental influence of his parasite as it is simply something he wants... or perhaps the parasite is simply making it easier to do something he'd want to do anyway. It just feels right to have Marco as close as possible, especially now.

He doesn't want to stop. He knows that when this is over he'll have to leave behind the safety of this kiss and have a talk about what it means, and he doesn't know if he's ready for that. He decides to leave it to Marco to break it.]

[It may not be a passionate kiss, but it's a good one. It's just plain good - not only because it feels nice, which it does, but because, if he focuses on nothing but the kiss, this is quite possibly the happiest he's been in months. He takes a deep breath amidst the kiss, caresses Fiddleford's hand with his thumb, and by God, it's such a cliché, but he wishes time would stop right now. He can just about pretend it does; just keep kissing him, just keep his eyes closed, just keep hoping this means he doesn't have to keep screaming at himself to get over him after all.

Then something presses against his back, and he opens his eyes to confirm that it can't possibly be any of Fiddleford's hands, and he remembers they're monsters and this is Ryslig and he doesn't actually feel opposed to the thought of being wrapped up in a snake's coils as long as it's Fiddleford and maybe, just maybe, that is troubling enough on its own.

Hesitating, Marco draws his head away. He regrets it immediately, but now he's lost the nerve to move in again.]

... Thank you.

[That's fine. Marco doesn't need to find the nerve because Fiddleford does it for him, leaning in not for another kiss but to let their foreheads touch. He wants as little distance between him and Marco as possible.

Of all the things Marco could have said after that, 'thank you' isn't really what he expected.]

For what?

[Oh, lord. Oh, sweet god. His forehead. Now he really does feel like a teenager with a crush.

Or maybe he just feels happy. He's not sure. It's hard to put a finger on it. Come to think of it, he's not sure why he thanked Fiddleford, either.]

I... I don't really know. For letting me kiss you, I suppose. Heh. No... For being here. Both, maybe.

[That gets him to smile, a small, uncertain thing. At least Marco's just kind of bumbling his way through this too. The knowledge that he's not alone in that is oddly bolstering for Fiddleford, and makes him dread the conversation they have to have now just a little bit less.]

Well, I sure as hell have no idea what I'm doin' so I'm glad you think I'm on the right track. Here's just where I feel like I oughta be, right now.

[And that's weird, because usually in situations where he feels like he's this out of his depth he would be scrambling for some means of escape.]

[He laughs again, quiet and brief. This does feel right, even if he isn't sure how it happened. Not just the kiss, but ALL of it. One day, they were just friends, and then, he suddenly fell for him.

No, that's not quite true, is it? It's just that he realised how much he cared one day.

There's just one question he feels the need to ask, even if he's frankly nervous to pose it. It might even be the one Fiddleford is thinking of.]

So... What now? What are...? [No, no, no, scratch that question. It's what he should ask, but he doesn't want to.] How... are you feeling?

[How is he feeling? He's quiet for a long couple of moments, taking stock, before he finally answers.]

... Good. Calm. Calmer than I was a couple minutes ago, anyway.

[He's still anxious -- he's always a little bit anxious -- but it's muted now, back in the back of his mind, crowded out by everything else.]

Couldn't tell you what now though. I can't just...

[Why can't he just?]

I don't know.

[Marco takes a deep breath. He's not surprised to hear something like that - Fiddleford clearly had some issues going on when it came to this. But he isn't upset either. He understands.]

Well, you don't... need to know. Yet. I-I can give you time. [With a faint smile, he leans back to, regretfully, separate their foreheads. They're still only inches apart, but he really was enjoying the contact.] I can give you space.

I want to keep goin' with this.

[It comes out of his mouth in a rush, like his brain didn't quite give the go-ahead on saying it but his heart pushed it out there anyway.]

Whatever this is. I think... I think there's somethin' to it.

[And just like that, his smile grows and his chest feels about fifty times lighter.]

One day at a time, huh? We'll figure it out. I hope. One day at a time...

[He moves in to join their foreheads again. Maybe just a tad too fast, even. There is a possibility of light bonking about to happen.]

[There is absolutely bonking, but it's light enough that it's just funny instead of painful.]

Easy now, don't hurt yourself.

I think one day at a time seems best for now. Just until I get used to the idea, y'know.

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