[The gentle clinking of glass is oddly comforting. He didn't know how much he would miss the simple sound of Gallagher working.]
I ... I do not have the right to be worried, even though I often am.
[Of course he's worried about Penacony. He didn't spend his entire life surrounded by the idea of leading Penacony and keeping its peace, for nothing. It's hard to be so far away from home, his sister, everything that he worked so hard for. But he does not have the right to own those feelings anymore. Not until he's atoned for the sins he committed.]
Perhaps a part of me knew that you would have said that about the Nameless. That is why... I've let myself trust them as well.
[He glances up at Gallagher. His expression his sad, a little lost... but soft.]
[ What meets Sunday's lost gaze is a soft smile. It's rare to see one as sincere as this on Gallagher's face, but there it is. Sunday has always been someone who easily draws it out of him, even if the Halovian isn't aware of it. ]
Even if you don't think you have the right, you're still allowed to think about the land of dreams. It's your home, after all.
[ He finishes the drink soon enough. The colours are a nice blend of blue, gold, and white — Sunday's colours. Just like the skies once dawn arrives. It's a nice mix of vodka, two types of liqueur, and a dollop of cream, which makes for a strong drink, but the sweetness might balance it out.
[The moment is a moment of quiet reflection. He looks at the glass and feels a small comfort in knowing that Gallagher made this drink for him. He looks up and sees that expression, only to feel the same old ache. The one he feels when he thinks of Gallagher, often.
He reaches out for the glass. Although, his fingers gently stop on top of Gallagher's hand before the other man can pull away.]
Thank you, Gallagher.
[... For more than just the drink? He takes it and takes a small, easy sip. It's cool and delicious.]
[ Sunday's touch lingers, and Gallagher tries not to look too disappointed when it finally goes away. He wonders just how easy it would be to reach out and hold the other man's hand in his. When things were much simpler between them, he wouldn't be hesitating as he is now, but it's fine. An old hound knows how to be patient.
His head tilts to the side, a curious gesture. ]
Did you think I wasn't going to?
[ Not that he would blame Sunday if he did believe that, considering how long it took him to find the other. Still— ]
[Sunday looks down at this drink and watches the ice clink as it beings to melt.]
If I'm being perfectly honest... no. I didn't think you would. There was a time I let go of such hopes. When I convinced myself that things like this weren't meant for me. Another quiet dream, shelved and gathering dust. One more thing I told myself I didn't deserve.
[There have been many things that Sunday has wished and wanted for in his life. And very few of those things have been in his grasp. He is not sure what he is deserving of, least of all the idea of Gallagher actually keeping that old promise.
[ Gallagher gets an answer that breaks his heart piece by piece. Perhaps it's because he can relate to what Sunday is saying, because someone like him, a lie that shouldn't even exist, doesn't deserve to want. To be selfish. And yet here he is, standing before the only person he wanted to see.
He gives Sunday an easy, but tired smile. ]
You deserve to have this, [ a beat ] because I want you to.
[ He moves from where he stands behind the counter, stopping right by Sunday's side. ]
And I don't know what I'll do now, but maybe we can figure that out together.
[ If you'll allow it, goes unsaid. Even someone like him can be a coward. ]
[Sunday feels that painful ache in the centre of his chest. He doesn't know where his life will lead him now. And it's difficult finding what he's supposed to do or where he's supposed to go. But that is exactly why he's with the Astral Express, at all.
When Gallagher comes near Sunday finds his body tightening. Because he wants...
His hand reaches out and grips Gallagher's wrist, almost like he's demanding that the man never leave his side again.]
Then... stay by my side.
[If they're allowed to want things. If they deserve to have things.]
[ Whether or not they're allowed to have such things doesn't matter at the end of the day, because they deserve to be selfish after all they've gone through. But, and he's sure this goes for Sunday too, it all depends on whether or not they're willing to reach out and take it.
In Gallagher's case, his wishes are simple. He wants to stay by Sunday's side, so he does. He reaches out to pull the Halovian closer to him, strong arms winding around that waist. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Perhaps this will come back to haunt him later on, but he couldn't care less right now. ]
[The breath leaves Sunday the instant Gallagher's arms wrap around him. Strong, warm, encompassing. Real. More real than anything he's felt in a very long time.
Perhaps this will slip out of his fingers one day. Gallagher will become nothing but a thought-up memory again. Yet, for now ... He can't help but to drop his forehead to Gallagher's shoulder and to slowly allow himself to be close to this man's enigmatic heartbeat.]
What I want...
[It's still hard for Sunday to say those things with the depths of his heart. Perhaps that makes him soft. But he looks up carefully at Gallagher, and the look on Sunday's face might say more than ever.]
I want you to not say another word until you kiss me.
[ Once Sunday rests his head against the Hound's shoulder, he might hear the steady rhythm of Gallagher's heart. This is nothing short of a miracle considering what he used to be, but he's more real than he's ever been. His fingers card through soft hair, a quiet reassurance that says he's here to stay. For as long as Sunday wants him to.
It takes everything in him to resist saying a word when Sunday finally gives voice to his desires. Instead, Gallagher simply smiles at him.
A beat passes, and then he leans in close. Their foreheads touch first as he brings one hand up to frame the side of Sunday's face. The look in his eyes should say it all— Sunday is the most precious thing in the universe to him. Beautiful. Ethereal.
He slots their lips together, sealing his promise with a kiss. It starts gentle, uncertain, but then he gradually becomes needier (greedier). The kiss is full of all the yearning and desperation that he couldn't reveal back when things were more fragile between them. Now, things are different. He won't hold back anymore. ]
[Sunday shivers. His heartbeat feels too fast in his chest. For the first time in a very long time, he feels like his heartbeat is all his own. It scares him... But Gallagher's steady hold on his body and his face sends a stronger thrill of relief through him that he cannot deny. So, he shivers, pressing closer to Gallagher as their lips come together. Gentle and uncertain...
He grips the front of Gallagher's shirt hard when it grows deeper, needier. A strangled noise whimpers out of his lips before he throws his arms around the man, letting him shift upwards to kiss him more. He holds onto Gallagher like he might be worried he'll slip away again.
He better not slip away again. He'll be very angry...]
[ Luckily for Sunday, Gallagher has no plans on disappearing again. (Even if the idea of being raptured by the other man is very, very tempting.)
The kiss they share between them tastes sweet, and he wants more of it, taking advantage of when Sunday's lips part slightly to let the noise out so he can lick into his mouth. He doesn't try to push him too much, because he'd rather have Sunday stay in his arms than be scared away.
He lingers near him for a few seconds more before breaking away, but he rests his forehead against the other's, unable to bear the thought of separating again. ]
... Wasn't so bad, right? Asking for what you want.
[The deep and heated kiss is enough for his temper, right now. He shivers against the other man as they kiss deeper, enjoying every puff of affection that blooms in his chest for it. When they part, Sunday's breathing is slow and his eyes are half lidded, cheeks blushing.
He still tries to resist the urge to admit anything but with Gallagher... Now that he is here and whole. It's easier to admit. He's getting better at this, even if it is slowly. Perhaps it'll be even easier now that Gallagher's here to remind him.]
It was significantly harder than it looks. [Was that Sunday? Making a little joke?? He huffs.] I ... hope you know that I'll be asking the others if you'll be allowed to stay on the Express for a time.
[... Once again. Sunday trying to get used to saying what he wants. Not just ordering it.]
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I ... I do not have the right to be worried, even though I often am.
[Of course he's worried about Penacony. He didn't spend his entire life surrounded by the idea of leading Penacony and keeping its peace, for nothing. It's hard to be so far away from home, his sister, everything that he worked so hard for. But he does not have the right to own those feelings anymore. Not until he's atoned for the sins he committed.]
Perhaps a part of me knew that you would have said that about the Nameless. That is why... I've let myself trust them as well.
[He glances up at Gallagher. His expression his sad, a little lost... but soft.]
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Even if you don't think you have the right, you're still allowed to think about the land of dreams. It's your home, after all.
[ He finishes the drink soon enough. The colours are a nice blend of blue, gold, and white — Sunday's colours. Just like the skies once dawn arrives. It's a nice mix of vodka, two types of liqueur, and a dollop of cream, which makes for a strong drink, but the sweetness might balance it out.
(He figures Sunday needs it.)
He slides the glass over. ]
If it isn't to your liking, just let me know.
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He reaches out for the glass. Although, his fingers gently stop on top of Gallagher's hand before the other man can pull away.]
Thank you, Gallagher.
[... For more than just the drink? He takes it and takes a small, easy sip. It's cool and delicious.]
So you did keep your promise to find me again.
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His head tilts to the side, a curious gesture. ]
Did you think I wasn't going to?
[ Not that he would blame Sunday if he did believe that, considering how long it took him to find the other. Still— ]
... I try to keep my promises, whenever I can.
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If I'm being perfectly honest... no. I didn't think you would. There was a time I let go of such hopes. When I convinced myself that things like this weren't meant for me. Another quiet dream, shelved and gathering dust. One more thing I told myself I didn't deserve.
[There have been many things that Sunday has wished and wanted for in his life. And very few of those things have been in his grasp. He is not sure what he is deserving of, least of all the idea of Gallagher actually keeping that old promise.
But here he is.]
And what will you do now?
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He gives Sunday an easy, but tired smile. ]
You deserve to have this, [ a beat ] because I want you to.
[ He moves from where he stands behind the counter, stopping right by Sunday's side. ]
And I don't know what I'll do now, but maybe we can figure that out together.
[ If you'll allow it, goes unsaid. Even someone like him can be a coward. ]
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When Gallagher comes near Sunday finds his body tightening. Because he wants...
His hand reaches out and grips Gallagher's wrist, almost like he's demanding that the man never leave his side again.]
Then... stay by my side.
[If they're allowed to want things. If they deserve to have things.]
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In Gallagher's case, his wishes are simple. He wants to stay by Sunday's side, so he does. He reaches out to pull the Halovian closer to him, strong arms winding around that waist. ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ Perhaps this will come back to haunt him later on, but he couldn't care less right now. ]
Is that all you want?
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Perhaps this will slip out of his fingers one day. Gallagher will become nothing but a thought-up memory again. Yet, for now ... He can't help but to drop his forehead to Gallagher's shoulder and to slowly allow himself to be close to this man's enigmatic heartbeat.]
What I want...
[It's still hard for Sunday to say those things with the depths of his heart. Perhaps that makes him soft. But he looks up carefully at Gallagher, and the look on Sunday's face might say more than ever.]
I want you to not say another word until you kiss me.
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It takes everything in him to resist saying a word when Sunday finally gives voice to his desires. Instead, Gallagher simply smiles at him.
A beat passes, and then he leans in close. Their foreheads touch first as he brings one hand up to frame the side of Sunday's face. The look in his eyes should say it all— Sunday is the most precious thing in the universe to him. Beautiful. Ethereal.
He slots their lips together, sealing his promise with a kiss. It starts gentle, uncertain, but then he gradually becomes needier (greedier). The kiss is full of all the yearning and desperation that he couldn't reveal back when things were more fragile between them. Now, things are different. He won't hold back anymore. ]
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He grips the front of Gallagher's shirt hard when it grows deeper, needier. A strangled noise whimpers out of his lips before he throws his arms around the man, letting him shift upwards to kiss him more. He holds onto Gallagher like he might be worried he'll slip away again.
He better not slip away again. He'll be very angry...]
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The kiss they share between them tastes sweet, and he wants more of it, taking advantage of when Sunday's lips part slightly to let the noise out so he can lick into his mouth. He doesn't try to push him too much, because he'd rather have Sunday stay in his arms than be scared away.
He lingers near him for a few seconds more before breaking away, but he rests his forehead against the other's, unable to bear the thought of separating again. ]
... Wasn't so bad, right? Asking for what you want.
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He still tries to resist the urge to admit anything but with Gallagher... Now that he is here and whole. It's easier to admit. He's getting better at this, even if it is slowly. Perhaps it'll be even easier now that Gallagher's here to remind him.]
It was significantly harder than it looks. [Was that Sunday? Making a little joke?? He huffs.] I ... hope you know that I'll be asking the others if you'll be allowed to stay on the Express for a time.
[... Once again. Sunday trying to get used to saying what he wants. Not just ordering it.]