[Faolan ducks his head slightly in response to the look that Laurent gives him. He realizes that it had sounded a little... But Laurent had offered to get him what he wanted. He'd been offering this whole time, so he knows that Laurent doesn't really mind. ...does he?
He waits awkwardly while Laurent pays for the lot of it, sticking his hands in his pockets and hanging back by the keyboards themselves before Laurent walks back over to join him.]
I'd like that. Though I hope I'm not taking advantage.
[ So Laurent can't really claim anything in the way of taking advantage. ]
Better get moving before I change my mind.
[ As if he would. Laurent walks backward a few steps before turning and pushing open the door -- flashing the shopkeeper a last smile before standing aside to hold it open for Faolan. ]
[He doesn't need to be told twice, stepping forward after Laurent to walk through the open door and out of the music store. Turning back to the other man once he's done so.
Laurent has bought him a keyboard. A good keyboard. An expensive keyboard. And all he can do in that moment is smile at him, a little bit shocked by the whole event really.]
Will... We be walking or taking the car to the bakery then?
[Faolan retorts. He was mainly wanting to know how much privacy he'd get in the immediate future, and how much he'd have to wait for until they returned home. Apparently there'd be more waiting for now. Which is fine. Faolan sticks his own hands in his pockets and moves forward to fall into step beside the younger man.]
You're doing perfectly well so far. I just don't know what else there is to ask for. Or that I should, for that matter. You've already arranged for... More than I could have even hoped for, Laurent, really.
[Faolan's fingers tighten against Laurent's in his pocket, turning his head towards the younger man as they walk, feeling rather ridiculous for the flush he knows is spreading across his face as his smile widens at the touch.
And then he nearly trips over himself at the unexpected compliment and smile from Laurent to follow. A little hesitant, a little shy, but so very endearing. He squeezes Laurent's hand in his pocket as they walk, glancing down in front of them as though he can't have heard right before looking back to Laurent to find that same self-conscious look on his face.]
I'm glad you think so. I seem to do quite a lot of it when I'm with you.
Do you? I must not be working you hard enough. I'll endeavour to change that.
[ They round a corner and Laurent slows, turns sideways and leans back against the wall of a nearby building for a moment. A small scattering of people walk back and forth, but it's still not quite lunch time. Children old enough are still in class, or people at work.
[Faolan slows to a stop as Laurent halts by the simple fact that Laurent's hand is still in his pocket and he has no intention of pulling free any time soon. He gives the other man something of a bemused smile as Laurent leans back to study him, before ducking his head at the question. It is rather direct, and it will take him a moment to collect himself in order to reply equally as honestly.]
I am. [He says, quirking his lips at the ground as he realizes the statement is in fact true, before he glances back up at Laurent again.] I am. [He repeats again.] I know that... It probably doesn't seem so, sometimes, given. The way that I am. But I... More so than I have been in a long time, yes. I am happy.
[ Laurent pulls his hand from Faolan's pocket, fingers still tangled with the other man's, and draws his hand toward him -- cradles it with both of his own and brushes his lips gently against Faolan's knuckles. ]
Then I'm glad.
[ That Faolan is happy. That he's judged this correctly. ]
[Faolan's insides are doing funny little fluttering things within him as he stands there and gazes at the younger man and offers him a funny little smile to match. As though he cannot quite believe how lucky he has found himself to be, for in truth he can't.]
A whole day together.
[He muses aloud, the words part of an unfinished thought but Laurent can probably figure out where it's coming from.]
[A healthy flush spreads across Faolan's face as he allows Laurent to tug him forward down the walk. A night, Laurent had said, and Faolan isn't certain how to interpret it. He isn't certain there's any other way to interpret it, other than the obvious, given that smile. He tightens his hand around Laurent's as they walk and decides the best course of action is simply to walk together for now. He can question it later. In the meanwhile, he will enjoy every moment of this that he can.]
Laurent leads Faolan along the road to a patisserie, with light, fluffy cakes that are neatly decorated in various styles. The have a cake they are holding for him, but they also sell slices too. Laurent fusses over if they should taste it first to be sure he (he being Faolan, of course) likes it, fusses over if they should try a few to be sure -- eventually asks for a single slice for them (and a toasted sandwich to share) along with some tea and coffee.
The cake is fine, of course, and eventually relents on the issue of trying others in an endless cake testing cycle. They tie the box up with a ribbon and place it in a large bag, and Laurent pays while getting Faolan to call for the car so he isn't lingering at the till.
Then Laurent is carrying out the cake, setting it in the boot and climbing into the back of the car with Faolan. They stop for wine on the way, then one Laurent is sure Faolan wants nothing else ask the driver to take them home.
Laurent leans into Faolan's side, half flicking through his phone as he waits for the care to come to a halt. ]
[The more Laurent fusses over him, the more endearing Faolan finds the younger man's behavior. Insisting that they buy a piece of the cake to taste to make certain that he likes it before they buy the cake itself, Faolan smiles but agrees to go along with it. It makes sense, really. When he starts to fuss about whether Faolan might like other flavors instead is where he puts his foot down to draw the line. It's fine. More than fine. And if he tries all these cakes now then he'll not be able to stomach any later either.
That same attitude continues throughout the day, of course. As they stop for wine, as they continue home from there and Laurent insists on asking him if there is anything else he wants to stop for before they do so. He smiles to himself, watching out the window as they drive, glancing over to Laurent and watching over his shoulder as he flicks through his phone. He thinks about moving his arm around Laurent's shoulders to hold him closer, thinks about leaning in to press a kiss to the exposed line of his neck as the younger man holds his head down to look at his phone. But he holds himself back for now. Hesitant for the simple fact that he's not certain whether he's truly allowed to take such liberties or not.
He lets Laurent out of the car as they arrive, fetching the wine and cake out of the back and insisting he help carry it back up to the apartment after they do. Only just having eaten lunch, there's still half the day left yet, and certainly a good few hours still before they really should be cracking open this wine. He hesitates uncertainly as he sets their purchases down on the kitchen counter. What now...?]
Laurent has to pull some things out first, move the shelves around to make sure there is one high enough with enough space, then once it's safely slid in he carefully puts everything back and closes it.
Then Laurent is shrugging off his coat, hanging it up, toeing off his shoes and flopping down onto the chaise lounge in the living room. He stretches out a little then sighs in satisfaction, studying Faolan. ]
If there is something else you'd like to do, let me know. Do you think you'd want to watch a movie? I'm sure I could rent something for later.
[Laurent does seem to enjoy that chaise so, Faolan thinks to himself, as he shrugs out of his own jacket and boots to set them aside near the door then pads across to where the other man has settled himself in the living room.
Settling himself down in the nearest chair, he offers a little shrug.]
We could, if you like. I haven't really sat down to watch anything like that in ages. I don't really...
[He offers Laurent a little sheepish smile, lacing his hands in his lap and glancing down at them before back up at Laurent.] When I get time off, I usually don't have company to spend it with. It does make quite the difference.
[ Why not? Laurent would. Laurent has no qualms about doing things alone in general, even if 'alone' these days often requires some degree of accompaniment at least to loom around him.
Still, he'd happily rent something just to sit and watch it on his own. He'd probably go to a cinema alone if he could, only that someone would be required to come along regardless so he wouldn't be alone now. ]
[Faolan offers the younger man a shrug. Is it really that odd?]
Not really. It's never really been a hobby of mine. I like... Well, music. [He shoots a half-smile at Laurent at that one. Pretty sure Laurent has figured that one out already.] I like food. I like... Exercise. When I get a bit of downtime, sitting down to watch a film is probably the last thing I'd think of doing. I've never been very good at being that idle. Not by myself, at any rate.
[ If Laurent seems amused by this, it is because he is. ]
Does that mean you'd rather go for a run than watch a film?
[ He supposes he would if he had to but, well, that doesn't seem a very relaxing use of a day off to Laurent. He likes exercise but not particularly for fun. More for a purpose. ]
[Okay, okay, so it is pretty ridiculous, he'll give you that, Laurent. He presses his lips together, making a bit of a face as he offers Laurent a shrug.]
If you'd like to join me in the morning sometime, I'd be more than happy with the company. But it's not really how I'd like to spend my time with you here. Not today.
[Which of course begs the question how would he like to spend his time instead, however. He sits back in his chair for a moment and studies Laurent as he thinks before speaking up again.]
I'd like to make the most of it. Today. However I can. I'm not certain I could sit still for a film. Not -- not when there were better things in the room to pay attention to. [He adds, with another crook of his lips.]
[ Laurent props himself up a little and studies Faolan curiously.
For someone who enjoys 'better things' Faolan is sitting terribly far away, Laurent thinks. He could easily have chosen to sit beside him. Why the distance? ]
[Faolan is pretty sure that Laurent knows exactly what 'better things' he's speaking of, but if he must spell it out to make him happy then he supposes he has no qualms in doing so.]
Mmm. The company, for one.
[Yes, alright, he recognizes he is sitting quite far away here. Far too far away for the flirting he wants to get up to at any rate. Pushing up from his seat, he takes the few steps to close the distance between them before he nudges the younger man's legs aside slightly so that he might take a seat with him on the chaise.
There. Much better. He puts a hand on Laurent's leg beside him as he continues:] Far more interesting than any film I can think of, personally.
[Faolan lets out the huff of a laugh as Laurent swings his legs up into his lap, before moving to lay his hand back where it was before, resting on the other man's thigh.]
It's dynamic. A tangible thing. Something I can interact with. Reach out and touch.
[He runs his fingers in a slow circle where they rest against Laurent's thigh.]
A film certainly wouldn't drape itself across my lap or look at me the way you are now.
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He waits awkwardly while Laurent pays for the lot of it, sticking his hands in his pockets and hanging back by the keyboards themselves before Laurent walks back over to join him.]
I'd like that. Though I hope I'm not taking advantage.
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[ So Laurent can't really claim anything in the way of taking advantage. ]
Better get moving before I change my mind.
[ As if he would. Laurent walks backward a few steps before turning and pushing open the door -- flashing the shopkeeper a last smile before standing aside to hold it open for Faolan. ]
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Laurent has bought him a keyboard. A good keyboard. An expensive keyboard. And all he can do in that moment is smile at him, a little bit shocked by the whole event really.]
Will... We be walking or taking the car to the bakery then?
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[ He shoves his hands into his pockets against the cold, smiles back at Faolan before starting to move in the right direction. ]
If there's anything else you'd like, make sure you tell me. I don't normally do this sort of thing.
[ Laurent is making this up as he goes. So far, at least, it seems to be going well. ]
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[Faolan retorts. He was mainly wanting to know how much privacy he'd get in the immediate future, and how much he'd have to wait for until they returned home. Apparently there'd be more waiting for now. Which is fine. Faolan sticks his own hands in his pockets and moves forward to fall into step beside the younger man.]
You're doing perfectly well so far. I just don't know what else there is to ask for. Or that I should, for that matter. You've already arranged for... More than I could have even hoped for, Laurent, really.
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[ He pulls a hand out of his pocket and sneaks it out toward Faolan, slips it into his pocket so he can tangle their fingers together. ]
Happiness is a good look on you. You... have a handsome smile.
[ Laurent flickers a smile of his own, one that radiates self-consciousness, then drops his eyes a little to the ground as he continues to walk. ]
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And then he nearly trips over himself at the unexpected compliment and smile from Laurent to follow. A little hesitant, a little shy, but so very endearing. He squeezes Laurent's hand in his pocket as they walk, glancing down in front of them as though he can't have heard right before looking back to Laurent to find that same self-conscious look on his face.]
I'm glad you think so. I seem to do quite a lot of it when I'm with you.
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[ They round a corner and Laurent slows, turns sideways and leans back against the wall of a nearby building for a moment. A small scattering of people walk back and forth, but it's still not quite lunch time. Children old enough are still in class, or people at work.
Laurent studies Faolan a moment in thought. ]
You're happy, then?
[ He wants to be sure. ]
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I am. [He says, quirking his lips at the ground as he realizes the statement is in fact true, before he glances back up at Laurent again.] I am. [He repeats again.] I know that... It probably doesn't seem so, sometimes, given. The way that I am. But I... More so than I have been in a long time, yes. I am happy.
[Here with you.]
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Then I'm glad.
[ That Faolan is happy. That he's judged this correctly. ]
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A whole day together.
[He muses aloud, the words part of an unfinished thought but Laurent can probably figure out where it's coming from.]
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[ Laurent gives a more sly, teasing smile and turns to begin walking -- drawing Faolan along by his hand. ]
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Yes. Right. Cake.
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Laurent leads Faolan along the road to a patisserie, with light, fluffy cakes that are neatly decorated in various styles. The have a cake they are holding for him, but they also sell slices too. Laurent fusses over if they should taste it first to be sure he (he being Faolan, of course) likes it, fusses over if they should try a few to be sure -- eventually asks for a single slice for them (and a toasted sandwich to share) along with some tea and coffee.
The cake is fine, of course, and eventually relents on the issue of trying others in an endless cake testing cycle. They tie the box up with a ribbon and place it in a large bag, and Laurent pays while getting Faolan to call for the car so he isn't lingering at the till.
Then Laurent is carrying out the cake, setting it in the boot and climbing into the back of the car with Faolan. They stop for wine on the way, then one Laurent is sure Faolan wants nothing else ask the driver to take them home.
Laurent leans into Faolan's side, half flicking through his phone as he waits for the care to come to a halt. ]
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That same attitude continues throughout the day, of course. As they stop for wine, as they continue home from there and Laurent insists on asking him if there is anything else he wants to stop for before they do so. He smiles to himself, watching out the window as they drive, glancing over to Laurent and watching over his shoulder as he flicks through his phone. He thinks about moving his arm around Laurent's shoulders to hold him closer, thinks about leaning in to press a kiss to the exposed line of his neck as the younger man holds his head down to look at his phone. But he holds himself back for now. Hesitant for the simple fact that he's not certain whether he's truly allowed to take such liberties or not.
He lets Laurent out of the car as they arrive, fetching the wine and cake out of the back and insisting he help carry it back up to the apartment after they do. Only just having eaten lunch, there's still half the day left yet, and certainly a good few hours still before they really should be cracking open this wine. He hesitates uncertainly as he sets their purchases down on the kitchen counter. What now...?]
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Laurent has to pull some things out first, move the shelves around to make sure there is one high enough with enough space, then once it's safely slid in he carefully puts everything back and closes it.
Then Laurent is shrugging off his coat, hanging it up, toeing off his shoes and flopping down onto the chaise lounge in the living room. He stretches out a little then sighs in satisfaction, studying Faolan. ]
If there is something else you'd like to do, let me know. Do you think you'd want to watch a movie? I'm sure I could rent something for later.
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Settling himself down in the nearest chair, he offers a little shrug.]
We could, if you like. I haven't really sat down to watch anything like that in ages. I don't really...
[He offers Laurent a little sheepish smile, lacing his hands in his lap and glancing down at them before back up at Laurent.] When I get time off, I usually don't have company to spend it with. It does make quite the difference.
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[ Why not? Laurent would. Laurent has no qualms about doing things alone in general, even if 'alone' these days often requires some degree of accompaniment at least to loom around him.
Still, he'd happily rent something just to sit and watch it on his own. He'd probably go to a cinema alone if he could, only that someone would be required to come along regardless so he wouldn't be alone now. ]
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Not really. It's never really been a hobby of mine. I like... Well, music. [He shoots a half-smile at Laurent at that one. Pretty sure Laurent has figured that one out already.] I like food. I like... Exercise. When I get a bit of downtime, sitting down to watch a film is probably the last thing I'd think of doing. I've never been very good at being that idle. Not by myself, at any rate.
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Does that mean you'd rather go for a run than watch a film?
[ He supposes he would if he had to but, well, that doesn't seem a very relaxing use of a day off to Laurent. He likes exercise but not particularly for fun. More for a purpose. ]
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If you'd like to join me in the morning sometime, I'd be more than happy with the company. But it's not really how I'd like to spend my time with you here. Not today.
[Which of course begs the question how would he like to spend his time instead, however. He sits back in his chair for a moment and studies Laurent as he thinks before speaking up again.]
I'd like to make the most of it. Today. However I can. I'm not certain I could sit still for a film. Not -- not when there were better things in the room to pay attention to. [He adds, with another crook of his lips.]
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[ Laurent props himself up a little and studies Faolan curiously.
For someone who enjoys 'better things' Faolan is sitting terribly far away, Laurent thinks. He could easily have chosen to sit beside him. Why the distance? ]
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Mmm. The company, for one.
[Yes, alright, he recognizes he is sitting quite far away here. Far too far away for the flirting he wants to get up to at any rate. Pushing up from his seat, he takes the few steps to close the distance between them before he nudges the younger man's legs aside slightly so that he might take a seat with him on the chaise.
There. Much better. He puts a hand on Laurent's leg beside him as he continues:] Far more interesting than any film I can think of, personally.
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[ Laurent might have moved his legs so Faolan could sit down, but that doesn't mean he can't move them back.
He shifts sideways and swings them up to lay across Faolan's lap, smiling at him wryly. ]
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It's dynamic. A tangible thing. Something I can interact with. Reach out and touch.
[He runs his fingers in a slow circle where they rest against Laurent's thigh.]
A film certainly wouldn't drape itself across my lap or look at me the way you are now.
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