Most of all, I'm terrified that at any second you would jump into my mind and discover that you are all I think about. And that you will realize that I'm in love with you. -- Oh. -- I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I've always been afraid of what you might say. Except now, I realize that I'm more afraid of not finding out at all. -- What if I don't know what to say? -- Say it wasn't just a rebound. Say you felt it, too. Tell me I'm not crazy. -- Kyle, you're not. Wow, this is just, um, it's kind of a lot, you know. I'm in the middle of this break-up, and I'm trying to process. -- Right, ok. I understand.
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Artwork for @r-dtoblack amazing RNM BB fic (you are) in the earth of me o/ You can read it on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51605518/chapters/130440694
Illustrating this story was soo nice ! Thank you red for trusting me with it ♥
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Michael steps through the door to the Crashdown, removing his hat and scanning the cafe for Alex. He was supposed to meet him half an hour ago, but a challenging repair kept him late, and now Michael’s hungry on top of being frustrated. It’s a bad combination that’s not improved when he catches sight of Isobel, who–if body language is any indication–appears to be in the midst of an argument with Alex. He’s not even sure what Isobel, and Valenti, too, are doing here, since he’d only expected his husband.
Alex and Iz are leaning across the table of the corner booth, practically in each other’s faces, while Valenti plays on his phone. He’s very obviously staying out of the middle of whatever this is, and Michael’s more than half-tempted to follow his lead and just sit at the counter. Instead, he sighs and heads for the corner where two of the most important people in his life are currently at odds.
“...not going to change my mind,” Isobel is saying as Michael approaches the table. She gestures in Alex’s face with a french fry, and Michael rocks back on his heels in surprise when Alex snatches it out of her hand. With his teeth.
Isobel laughs, and Michael knows his sister, can tell it’s her delighted to be sparring with an equal laugh, and he relaxes for the first time since he left work. If Alex is feeling playful, and Isobel is amused, then whatever they’re arguing about can’t be serious.
“Hey, perfect timing!” Alex says as Michael slides in beside him. “Tell Isobel that dipping your fries in your milkshake is a game changer and she’s missing out.”
“It’s disgusting, Alex, and I can’t believe you still do it,” Isobel retorts.
“Wait, hold on,” Michael interjects. “This is what you were fighting about?”
“We weren’t fighting, Michael,” Isobel disagrees.
“Yeah, it was more of a debate,” Alex adds. “Isobel refuses to even try it, even though the saltiness of the fries actually enhances the sweetness of the milkshake. It’s food science, you explain it.”
Michael looks at Valenti, who’s just now coming out from hiding behind his phone. “A little help, bro?”
“Nope, I know better than to get between my girlfriend and my best friend,” Kyle says with a grin.
And that is really good advice. Michael’s pretty sure he’d be the biggest loser if he chose sides between Alex and Iz.
“Hey, you like what you like,” he equivocates, eating a few fries off Isobel’s plate and washing them down with a swig of Alex’s milkshake.
He doesn’t miss the triumphant smile his husband gives his sister, or her answering glare.
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