Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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When Steven got to work that morning the moths in the bug exhibit were restless. Almost as though they knew that tomorrow there'd be an event of some sort that related to creates that dealt with a much much larger version of their tiny little moth selves.

But that was silly, really. Steven instead watched to be sure that it didn't look like any of the moths were injured. Finding that none were, he dimmed the lights near their exhibit in case the brightness was what was bothering them.

With that he went back to the Welcome Desk to help any visitors. He'd make sure to check on the moths during the day just to be on the safe side.

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[pocketpretzels]

As per usual, there was a visitor right on time at lunch hour.

"Hello, you."

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Steven beamed when he saw him. "Hello, you. My favorite time of day already?"

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"If you mean lunch time, then yes, it is," Watts said with an answering smile.

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"Lunch time with you," Steven clarified. He got out the sign to say he was taking said lunch. "That's the part that makes it favorite."

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"Flirt," Watts declared, setting his hat down with a flourish before holding his arm out for Steven to take.

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Steven took the offered arm gladly. "Of course. Coming on another year of us knowing one another. Want to be sure you don't have any regrets."

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Watts arched an eyebrow at him. "Not a one," he said firmly, bumping their shoulders together.

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"Then I must be doing something right with the flirting," Steven concluded, giving Llewellyn a grin.

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"A great many things, Steven Grant," Watts assured him.

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"So do you," Steven said, just so that was clear. "I've no regrets whatsoever."

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"I'm glad," Watts said sincerely. "Considering the plan is to spend the rest of our lives together. If you had any regrets I'd rather know them now than find them out later."

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It wasn't news, but even so hearing it made Steven look at Llewellyn besottedly. "The rest of our lives."

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"I do never tire of hearing that," Watts said. "Or saying it."

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"Not what I imagined when I helped my handsome new neighbor with his boxes," Steven said.

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"Nor I, when I encountered my captivating new neighbour with my boxes," Watts replied. "I'd given up on the idea of love entirely."

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"Then lucky you, you found someone butch as I am to help you carry your boxes and your heart?" Steven asked. He was grinning to show he didn't mean any of that seriously, least of all the part about being butch.

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"Butch?" Watts echoed. From Steven's expression, he was sure there was a joke there, but the word was unfamiliar.

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"Macho," Steven explained. "Erm - overly masculine? Muscles and tough and not much else."

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"I see," Watts nodded. "I certainly find you masculine in- all the right ways- but 'muscles and tough' is not a requirement," he smiled fondly. "I am more than happy with the Gentleman Knight who stole my heart so that he could heal it."

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"Gentleman is more my speed, I think," Steven agreed. "If I were too butch I wouldn't enjoy going to see symphonies with you."

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"Also something we haven't done in a while," Watts pointed out, recalling their conversation yesterday about travel.

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"Would you like to do that for our anniversary?" Steven asked.

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"Oh, yes," Watts said fervently. "Please." A beat. "That is. Assuming you would like to as well."

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"I'd love to," Steven said. "Would we be able to though? If we're going somewhere remote for hiking?"

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"... Oh," Watts looked crestfallen. "That's a good point."