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Steven hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary on his way into work that morning. Perhaps because he'd been so focused on getting there.

It wasn't until he arrived that he tripped over a suitcase in the front doorway. He bit back a curse as he glared at it.

There on the suitcase was the word: Lesser.

That didn't help Steven's desire to glare, actually. He grabbed the suitcase and hauled it behind the Welcome Desk. On his way there he spotted others: Unwanted and Uninteresting.

A memory of a few years back came to Steven. He clamped down on any feelings of Marc he could possibly put a hold on so that whatever this was didn't manifest something for him too.

"You're not getting him," Steven said aloud to... whatever this was. "You can't have him."

Behind the Welcome Desk was another suitcase.

Unreal.

Steven shoved that one under the desk as hard as he could. He then stood there, his eyes closed, and tried his best to breathe slowly and calmly.

"It's fine," he said. "Absolutely fine. I can handle this."

Behind him, near the staircase to the second floor, was a battered and worn trunk. The word on that was ANGER.

Steven didn't see the trunk. Which was fine. It wasn't his anyway.

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Steven ran a gentle hand down Llewellyn's arm, again watching for the scar tissue. "Easing those sharp edges?"

"And today is full of them," Watts acknowledged.

"Can I do more to help?" Steven asked. "You've already helped me so much."

"You're here," Watts said emphatically. Because that was a big deal.

"Right here," Steven confirmed. Then, in case that was relevant as well, "Didn't drop out of the body or anything."

Doing so would've meant leaving Marc to face all this and that just wasn't happening.

"You wouldn't," Watts acknowledged. "Not with- this."

"Marc would say he's fine with it," Steven said. And there was that feeling of knowing Marc would comfort him if he was around. "But - no. My job to protect him."

"Even through your own hurt," Watts said, pressing a kiss to Steven's cheek. "My brave Gentleman Knight."

Steven leaned into the kiss. "For both of you, if I can. Take care of the two people who - who mean the most to me."

"You're here," Watts said again. "That- means a great deal to me."

Steven brought Llewellyn's hand up for a kiss. "Now and always, I promise you that."

"One of the many reasons why I love you," Watts told him.

"Because I keep my promises?" Steven asked.

"Precisely so," Watts agreed.

"I wish that wasn't such a rare thing for you in your past," Steven said. "But I'm glad you have trust and faith in me. That means a great deal."

"I trust you more than anyone, in this world or any other," Watts told him.

"Considering we know several worlds, that means a great deal," Steven said. "I love and trust you more than any other."

Well, there was one other but Llewellyn knew that and it was part of why Steven loved him so.

Any other that he didn't share a body with, anyway. And so long as Watts remained at the top of that list he was happy.

"Come here," he said, pulling Steven in for a kiss.

Llewellyn was at the very top of the list of people not in Steven's body. And of the ones in his body he was tied for number one.

Steven went into the kiss gladly, wrapping his arms around Llewellyn to help stay close.

"I love you," Watts said softly. "Not in spite of anything, Steven Grant."

"I love you," Steven replied. "I'm not going anywhere, and you're never too much."

Watts took a deep breath, resting his forehead against Steven's once again. "I think- I needed to hear that," he admitted softly.

"You're never too much," Steven said. "I love you. I want to be here for you in good times and bad. I would be miserable if you were going through something horrible and I couldn't help or support you somehow. The last thing I would want is to be away from you."

"You are wonderful," Watts said. "And I am lucky to have you. Lucky to get to call you family."

"I consider myself very lucky you are my family," Steven said. "I worried I wouldn't have one again."

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