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It hasn't been all that long since their time in the Brocelind Forest. It hasn't been long enough for Reid to stop seeing his own death replaying over in his mind every so often when he closes his eyes, anyway, though he supposes it's hard to say whether that'll ever really stop. The memory of it will always be there, whether he wants it or not, especially because he has a mind that simply won't let him forget. It'd made him a little snappy in the first few days after it'd happened, and Reid knows Luke wouldn't hold that against him but he hates that there's an uglier side of him to show at all.
He supposes if there's one good thing that's come out of their experience, it's the decision he's landed on. They'd talked about it on Valentine's Day, though not for very long, as if Reid can complain; but he's been thinking about it more and more recently because as much happiness as being in Darrow has brought him, the city is unpredictable, to say the least. That alternate version of Darrow, the words on his back, the bizarre behavior of the animals on New Year's Eve, the repetition of Luke's attack just to teach some kind of lesson, not to mention what's happened with KIRIN and the vampires and who knows what else--Reid wouldn't have been able to deal with it alone. Luke has saved him in so many ways, Reid only wishes he could properly express just how much he loves his boyfriend, and the only way he can think to do so is carry out the plan he has for tonight.
It's Luke's birthday. This time last year, they'd still been only friend. He remembers knocking on Luke's door, his face a canvass for bruises. He remembers the look of concern on Luke's face, he remembers that touch, and he very much remembers how disappointed he'd been when that touch had been taken away from him. So much has changed in a year and for a man who usually finds it difficult to adapt to change, Reid has welcome a great deal of it.
Tonight, he's going to take Luke out to see the stars again, the same place they'd gone after their stakeout. He has Chinese food ready, chopsticks for both of them because Luke has taught him well, another ice cream cake in the freezer, and Reid is going to drive them out to that spot so he can finally do what he's been wanting to do for months: propose. There's nothing in this world he loves more than Luke, and he can't wait anymore. He can't wait for Darrow to throw another curveball that threatens to tear them apart. Reid's going to marry this man, he's going to make damn sure of it.
"Food's going to get cold," he calls, slipping his cardigan on before reaching down to scratch Russell behind the ears. "Come on, birthday boy, I know I gave you your thirty-nine kisses this morning, but I'd like to give you at least thirty-nine more before the night's done."
He supposes if there's one good thing that's come out of their experience, it's the decision he's landed on. They'd talked about it on Valentine's Day, though not for very long, as if Reid can complain; but he's been thinking about it more and more recently because as much happiness as being in Darrow has brought him, the city is unpredictable, to say the least. That alternate version of Darrow, the words on his back, the bizarre behavior of the animals on New Year's Eve, the repetition of Luke's attack just to teach some kind of lesson, not to mention what's happened with KIRIN and the vampires and who knows what else--Reid wouldn't have been able to deal with it alone. Luke has saved him in so many ways, Reid only wishes he could properly express just how much he loves his boyfriend, and the only way he can think to do so is carry out the plan he has for tonight.
It's Luke's birthday. This time last year, they'd still been only friend. He remembers knocking on Luke's door, his face a canvass for bruises. He remembers the look of concern on Luke's face, he remembers that touch, and he very much remembers how disappointed he'd been when that touch had been taken away from him. So much has changed in a year and for a man who usually finds it difficult to adapt to change, Reid has welcome a great deal of it.
Tonight, he's going to take Luke out to see the stars again, the same place they'd gone after their stakeout. He has Chinese food ready, chopsticks for both of them because Luke has taught him well, another ice cream cake in the freezer, and Reid is going to drive them out to that spot so he can finally do what he's been wanting to do for months: propose. There's nothing in this world he loves more than Luke, and he can't wait anymore. He can't wait for Darrow to throw another curveball that threatens to tear them apart. Reid's going to marry this man, he's going to make damn sure of it.
"Food's going to get cold," he calls, slipping his cardigan on before reaching down to scratch Russell behind the ears. "Come on, birthday boy, I know I gave you your thirty-nine kisses this morning, but I'd like to give you at least thirty-nine more before the night's done."
