[ There's such a warmth and fondness in how Allen watches him as Shouto works though and regains his confidence. Some bright-eyed excitement that he made him a dozen cakes—and Tim too!—but even that doesn't touch him as much as the quietly eager way Shouto seems to brighten as he centers himself, all for having a plan to pick flowers for him. A gladness akin to pure joy that it stirs in him.
It makes him want to kiss him so very much-- but he doesn't for now. And there's such an easygoing, contented feeling to be had in realizing there is so much time for so many kisses that there's no need to hurry at all. Like the way he likes to take his meals -- to savor and enjoy them, the time they have to spend together. ]
I like that. [ It's so infinitely affectionate in such a quiet way, the way he looks at him then and smiles as he picks his fork back up. Sometimes it's chopsticks, sometimes it's forks. It depends what they're eating and what's put in front of him; Allen uses both with the near-equal deftness of someone extremely multicultural, at least when it comes to food.
Heart full of more affection than even he used to know how to bear but is learning instead to let it blossom in his chest, Allen has more eyes for him than he does for his own food at first. ]
I'll have a surprise for you later too. [ And that's all he'll give as a hint about it, giving a mysterious wag of his fork with a smile before beginning to eat.
But he stays close, his shoulder or knee sometimes brushing against Shouto's during the meal in a quiet sort of unspoken, affectionate exchange of its own. ]
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It makes him want to kiss him so very much-- but he doesn't for now. And there's such an easygoing, contented feeling to be had in realizing there is so much time for so many kisses that there's no need to hurry at all. Like the way he likes to take his meals -- to savor and enjoy them, the time they have to spend together. ]
I like that. [ It's so infinitely affectionate in such a quiet way, the way he looks at him then and smiles as he picks his fork back up. Sometimes it's chopsticks, sometimes it's forks. It depends what they're eating and what's put in front of him; Allen uses both with the near-equal deftness of someone extremely multicultural, at least when it comes to food.
Heart full of more affection than even he used to know how to bear but is learning instead to let it blossom in his chest, Allen has more eyes for him than he does for his own food at first. ]
I'll have a surprise for you later too. [ And that's all he'll give as a hint about it, giving a mysterious wag of his fork with a smile before beginning to eat.
But he stays close, his shoulder or knee sometimes brushing against Shouto's during the meal in a quiet sort of unspoken, affectionate exchange of its own. ]