[He's thoughtful, giving that question some time. Part of him wants to linger in the rest of what Matt said, because it's just so nice to hear. And he's so proud of Matt for how far he's come with all of this.]
I don't know, really. I mean there wasn't any one moment. The night we kissed when you were drunk, maybe. Definitely before we got our flat. Lucy thought I was an idiot. She knew how I felt. Saw through me like she always does.
I miss her. Luce. I mean she hates me now and fair enough. You know when you tell her about us she's going to erupt.
I still can't believe I don't remember that. Kissing you. I'll just have to do loads more of it now to make up for it. You know I think part of me probably fancied you straight away. I was so pressed how you didn't like me.
[ he starts to laugh and shakes his head ]. You really didn't like me.
I really didn't. But you grew on me. Now I can't imagine a day without you.
As for Luce... She doesn't hate you. Well- maybe a bit. But she'll come around. She just wants me happy. And safe. So once she sees that I'm good? She'll get over the rest.
Yeah well I'm not gonna be there when you tell her. I'll leave that one to you. But yeah, sure, she'll come round and you two can share 'shagging Matt' stories or something.
And what was that you said about me growing? [ He wiggles his brows a bit and winks. ]
You know this is actually kinda nice. With the lights out. You look hot by candlelight. You'd look even hotter if you were naked, mind.
[ Still fiddling with his phone Matt finds a bit of music. It's actually one of his own recordings. Something he wrote and never quite finished. A few years ago now. It starts playing and he puts the phone down before standing up and giving Nate's hand a tug. ]
[ He grins a bit, moving into position. He's hardly a pro at this but then all they need to do is be close and to sway. He takes his hand, and puts his other to Nate's hip. He's definitely leading. He looks at him. At those big old eyes. And he smiles. ]
Yeah you thought I was making fun of you when I used to call you my muse. But I wasn't. You know you can't write about things unless it means something. It's got to grip you tight and hold on. It's got to hurt. Make you laugh and cry and feel like nothing else. Of course it's you.
[ He lifts his hand and puts a curled finger gently beneath Nate's jaw, lifting his face a little so that he can lean in and press a slow soft kiss to his lips, mouth parting just a touch.
[Nate meets the kiss, pressing his mouth gently against Matt's, his hand on Matt's shoulder holding on a little tighter as they sway and kiss. This is perfect, honestly. Even if the world has started falling apart around them, this is just perfect. ]
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I don't know, really. I mean there wasn't any one moment. The night we kissed when you were drunk, maybe. Definitely before we got our flat. Lucy thought I was an idiot. She knew how I felt. Saw through me like she always does.
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I still can't believe I don't remember that. Kissing you. I'll just have to do loads more of it now to make up for it. You know I think part of me probably fancied you straight away. I was so pressed how you didn't like me.
[ he starts to laugh and shakes his head ]. You really didn't like me.
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As for Luce... She doesn't hate you. Well- maybe a bit. But she'll come around. She just wants me happy. And safe. So once she sees that I'm good? She'll get over the rest.
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And what was that you said about me growing? [ He wiggles his brows a bit and winks. ]
You know this is actually kinda nice. With the lights out. You look hot by candlelight. You'd look even hotter if you were naked, mind.
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[He blushes a little about the rest, though.]
Could break out the candles a bit more often, maybe.
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Did you really? She's a right sort isn't she.
And yeah maybe we could. [ he pulls his phone out and starts fiddling with it, looking for something. ]
How's your dancing? And I don't mean bump and grind.
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I do alright. Why?
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Dance with me.
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You're ridiculous, you know that?
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[ He grins a bit, moving into position. He's hardly a pro at this but then all they need to do is be close and to sway. He takes his hand, and puts his other to Nate's hip. He's definitely leading. He looks at him. At those big old eyes. And he smiles. ]
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This song is nice. It's you, isn't it?
[He just knows how Matt plays well enough to tell.]
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[ theres a soft smile at the fact Nate recognises that, just from a tune ]
It's about you. You know. Everything I ever wrote was about you.
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Really? I had no idea...
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No I never want to make you cry ever again.
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I really like when you call me that.
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[ He lifts his hand and puts a curled finger gently beneath Nate's jaw, lifting his face a little so that he can lean in and press a slow soft kiss to his lips, mouth parting just a touch.
This is more than he ever knew he wanted. ]
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Suppose it would really ruin the moment if I shoved my hand down your jeans, right?
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Might. But I have a feeling you could make me forget it.
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[ he smirks a bit then tugs him by the hand towards the sofa. ]
Come on let's sit down a bit babe.
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[He jokingly protests as they make their way to the sofa.]
We're going to end up eating cold pasta in the middle of the night, aren't we?
[Not that he minds. He just likes teasing him.]
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Get your phone. I want to take a selfie.
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You and your selfies.
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