fandomtownies | Trooper Station, Friday

Llewellyn had texted Steven an invitation to join him for lunch. Which was why, after stopping back at the flat to change out of Marc's clothes into his own, Steven was there, greatly looking forward to the company.

Well, the company and hopefully confirmation that lunch was going to be more than a single pretzel because Steven hadn't forgotten that detail about last Friday, Llewellyn.

Either way he was there with a smile as he knocked on the doorframe to Llewellyn's office. "Hello you."

Lunch was more than a single pretzel, Steven.

... Mostly because this wasn't his habitual lunch on his own. And thus he'd made an actual effort.

"I'mma tell you how- Steven!" he looked up, beaming.

Steven? Beaming. "And here I didn't know you sang."

Steven came all the way inside the office. He made sure to close the door behind him so their conversation didn't bother anyone. Purely for that reason, no other possible motivation, of course.

"You'll not find me on a stage any time soon," Watts informed him as he hit pause on the playlist. "But it's hard to resist a good tune."

Thoughtful of Steven to close that door; wouldn't want to disturb the Troopers, all of whom were very busy doing... whatever it was they typically did on a day like today. Very busy.

"I'd still cheer for you if you did." Steven came over to the desk. Not on the same side of it as Llewellyn, but closer all the same. "Though I won't complain about being able to have you all to myself either."

Totally in reference to the singing, of course.

"That so?" Watts said, standing up and, with a spin, moving to close the distance between the two of them until they were standing mere inches away.

Which was, of course, when there was a knock at the office door to let him know the food was here. Watts sighed and went to grab it from the Trooper who'd accepted the delivery, shutting the door rather firmly behind him once that was taken care of. "Where were we?"

"You were stood here," Steven said, helpfully pointing to the space right in front of him.

Watts obligingly moved back into that space. “Are we meant to eat standing up, then?” he asked, grinning.

"You asked where we were, not where we were going," Steven pointed out. He leaned in to Llewellyn's personal space. "It's your invitation. Up to you to say where I should be."

“More fool me, for not being precise with my language,” Watts murmured, leaning in for a quick- very quick- kiss. “I think we ought to sit,” he decided. “Much better for enjoying lunch and,” the hand not currently holding on to takeout bags trailed gently across Steven’s cheek, “other diversions.”

Steven leaned into the touch, a light blush touching his cheeks. Of course he'd wanted to kiss Llewellyn the whole time. But, since they were back home and at Llewellyn's place of work, Steven didn't want to assume Llewellyn felt comfortable with it. "Both of those sound lovely."

That was why the door was closed! That the squirrels would still undoubtedly report on it was… an issue, yes, but one he was doing his best not to dwell on.

He set the bag on the desk and unpacked the food.

“I got Kounoupidi me Patates Kapamas and Fasolakia Ladera,” Watts told him. Was there a Greek restaurant on the island? Well, no. But someone had figured out DoorDash, so.

And yes, both options were vegan.

"Smells amazing," Steven said. He helped unwrap the napkins and utensils. "They're both new for me as well."

That was when Steven noticed the lack of anything he couldn't eat. He looked up at Llewellyn, an expression of fondness in his eyes. "Are you being wonderful again?"

“Wonderful might be a bit of a stretch,” Watts muttered. But yes, no matter how many times Steven insisted it didn’t bother him, Watts still felt odd about eating animal products when they were taking a meal together.

It truly didn't bother Steven in the slightest. At the same time it still touched him that Llewellyn would make the gesture to eat the same things he did, if for no other reason than it became a shared experience for the both of them.

Which was why Steven snuck a quick kiss on Llewellyn's cheek before sitting down on what he was starting to think of as his chair. "No. You're wonderful. It's been decided."

“Lucky for you, I’m not feeling particularly argumentative today,” Watts said, lips quirking up in a small smile.

"Already counted myself lucky for being here," Steven said. Then, in case it wasn't clear, added, "With you."

“Well, now I’ve changed my mind about being argumentative, because if we’re going to speak of the company we find ourselves in, I’d say my companion is far better.”

"You say that but I'm not trading mine for yours," Steven told him. "I've tried both, prefer it this way. View's better for a start."

Watts just shook his head at that; he highly doubted anyone had ever called Steven’s face ‘disagreeable’.

“I’ve absolutely no complaints about my view, for the record.”

Steven smiled shyly at that and tried to hide it by having some of his food. "So how's your day been then?"

"An exercise in absolute drudgery, up until about ten minutes ago." Which had coincidentally been when Steven had arrived.

"Was that why you were listening to a song about killing someone?" Steven asked. He had caught some of the lyrics when he came in.

"Ah," Watts scratched at his chin. "Not... precisely. Though now that you say it it's possible I may have unintentionally gravitated towards it in my frustration."

"What's been bothering you?" Steven asked, looking at him with concern. "I mean, if you'd like to say."

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