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Trooper Station, Friday

There was a pile of several hundred bottles of calcium tablets in the middle of the floor today.

“Recycling Amnesty Day,” Ralph said, before Watts could ask.

“Well,” Watts sighed. “At least no one has tried to recycle a raccoon?”

“… Actually, uh…”

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Steven caressed Llewellyn's cheek. "I love you. That you try making jokes at all is wonderful to me."

“I like that you appreciate them,” Watts said, leaning in to that touch.

"Is it wrong for me to think of them as a way you show you love me?" Steven asked. "You making that effort on my behalf?"

“Not wrong, because you are entirely correct,” Watts told him.

That earned Llewellyn another kiss. Not as intense, but a kiss all the same. "I love you too. You do such brave things for me."

“You consider my jokes brave?” Watts asked, smiling shyly at him.

"Of course," Steven said, as though it were obvious. "I know they don't come easy for you. So act of courage to try them, right? Not knowing for certain if I'll laugh?"

“I- suppose that’s true, yes,” Watts said. “For the most part it’s- I enjoy seeing you laugh. That is primarily what I am thinking about when I attempt a joke.”

"I like managing to get a laugh out of you as well," Steven admitted. "Feels like a prize every time, seeing your face light up."

“You are very skilled at it,” Watts told him.

That got Llewellyn a kiss on the cheek. "You give me good reason to practice. Your laugh is excellent incentive. Or you scolding me. Either works, really."

"Well, if either is an acceptable response, then your success rate is- near one hundred percent."

There was the occasional time when Watts missed the joke entirely, but realistically if he caught it there was either laughter or exasperated scolding.

"You see?" Steven said. "All the more reason to keep going. Helps me get better at it."

"Of course you ought to keep going," Watts said. "I certainly never said I wished you to stop."

Not even at his most exasperated. Because, secretly (maybe not so secretly), he very much enjoyed Steven's jokes even then.

"See?" Steven said, with pride. "You like them. Means I'm doing something right. Who knows? Maybe after my class I'll have even better ones to tell."

Steven would never give up the puns and wordplay even in death, just for the record.

"You do very many things right, Steven Grant," Watts felt compelled to inform him. "I want that on the record."

Steven grinned. "Do I need to swear an oath that I will? Under penalty of perjury?"

Since they were in a sheriff's office after all.

"The key is in making sure the oath is properly sealed," Watts said solemnly.

"And how does one do that?" Steven asked, with a grin that suggested he had a strong suspicion regarding the answer.

"Allow me to demonstrate," Watts said, and pulled Steven in for a kiss.

Steven giggled as he let himself get pulled in for that kiss. "Hmm. Best do it more than once to be certain."

"Oh, absolutely," Watts replied. "Wouldn't do at all to chance it being sealed incorrectly."

Steven grinned and bumped their noses together. "See? One of the things I like about you. Your dedication to doing things properly."

"Some things are more worth it than others, I admit."

"I'm worth doing properly?" Steven asked.

He was... possibly unaware of the implied meaning?

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