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[justbeingknife]

Like when everyone flipped their shit last year until ya dumped them in the snow?

[ Majima was making quick work of his soup, savoring the taste as it went down, but he turned a warm smile on Tim when his boyfriend reached over and gave him a little squeeze. ]

Can't say I'm feelin' too upset at the moment. Maybe a little dizzy...?

[ This was probably due to him being a lovestruck idiot, however. Funny how they had symptoms in common. ]

Say, now that I've got ya cornered here, how've things been going? Did you, uh... see the mailers I had out? I figured ya probably wouldn't anything too flashy, but you've seen where I'm from. I can totally do flashy if ya want.

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Oh, uh... kind of, yeah.

[Right, that whole rage thing that happened last year. That time when Tim got infected with rage-virus and went batshit on Jack's ass and broke his damn arm off. Not a great memory, honestly, it had some pretty awful implications about, like, Tim's entire character because he was pretty into the whole do-harm-unto-Jack thing until he realized that he was acting just like Jack.]

[But it was fine. Everything was fine. Tim would just take that memory and put it in a little mental box and bury it somewhere in the back of his mind with all the others.]

I guess just let me know if you start feeling worse? I can call a doctor or something.

[Maybe Pierce. He was okay enough, for a doctor.]

[The topic switch to the magazines on Majima's counter was way better for conversation, anyway. They could talk about something nice.]

Yeah, I saw them. I marked a couple of the ones that I liked, too. [It still made his chest feel all weird, thinking about the fact that he was looking at wedding rings. Almost too happy for it to be real.] Sorry, they're not very flashy. I've kinda already had my fill of gaudy gold stuff. I think I just want something... classy.

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima put the bowl aside. He was mostly done with it, anyway, being a hungry wolf and all... and this freed him up to, say, put his hand over Tim's. Run his fingers over the minotaur's knuckles, and rub lightly over his left ring finger, right over the space where the wedding band would fit. ]

Classy's good.

[ Classy was very good. Whatever floated Tim's boat, really. Because now Majima had a vested interest in seeing this beefy cowboy happy, and it really was too bad that he was feeling both sleepy and weak, because part of him still wanted to smooch his boyfriend right goddamn now. ]

If ya don't care about the germs, wanna come a little closer? I can listen to how your day went.

[ Hell, he'd listen to Tim read entries out of a phone book, and like it. Majima was in it deep now, way past the point of no return. ]

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[Tim smiled back at Majima, that stupid, cow-eyed expression that was a lot more literal in its usage here than normal, because of that whole half cow thing. He threaded his fingers through his boyfriend's and just put the full force of those adoring bi-colored eyes right on him. Tim had a single brain cell and apparently the only thing it could do was be stupid in love with a wolfman.]

You kind of are a walking petri dish right now. [But, like, his favorite petri dish. The petri dish that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.] Or, well, not walking. A laying petri dish.

[Even so, Tim moved up the bed to lay with him anyway, completely disregarding the fact that this was exactly how you caught someone else's cold. That was fine, he knew that if he got sick, Majima would just turn around and take care of him. He got comfortable next to him against the mound of fluffed-up pillows, then sneaked an arm around him so that he could snuggle in and rest his head on his favorite pair of pillows, the ones on Tim's chest.]

It hasn't been too interesting a day? Other than all the Bavan stuff, but that's not all that far off from crap that's happened before. And I think that some other people are working on it, anyway, and trying to keep everything contained. Javert's on it, so, like, it's probably fine.

[justbeingknife]

[ That whole tough-guy gangster exterior melted the instant Tim turned that look on him -- every time. ]

Hmm. Around here, I guess uneventful's pretty good.

[ Majima took the invitation just as it was offered, resting his head lightly against the warm expanse of his boyfriend's chest. He could hear the slow, strong beating of the man's heart, feel the comforting vibration of Tim's voice against his temple. True contentment. ]

By the way, I was thinking we oughta go and see the cherry blossoms again this year. You know, have another picnic.

[ Majima was doing his best to sound even about it, like they both might have forgotten that time they'd gone out last spring. That time that coincidentally, a big dumb werewolf had asked Tim if he wanted to go steady. He probably wasn't fooling anyone here, but he couldn't even bring himself to care. Gangster crime man wanted to go see the flowers with his boyfriend, and tell Tim how much he loved him. Maybe not in that exact order?

Right now, he'd kiss the little dip between Tim's collarbones, right where the freckles that ran down his cowboy's chest disappeared under the fabric of his shirt. No ulterior motives, not this time, but it was toasty and comfortable under the comforter, and once again Majima's eyelids were starting to grow a little heavy. ]

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I'll take it. The worst thing I had to deal with today was Jay getting into the cabinet and eating all of his treats.

[Majima was a warm weight up against his side, possibly a little too warm because of that whole fever thing. His head resting on Tim's chest was familiar and comfortable, and even on normal days, he'd gladly be Majima's beefy pillow. When he was sick and miserable, Tim would've bent over backwards if that would've made him feel better.]

[He rested his cheek against the top of Majima's head and got his arm underneath that incorrectly buttoned up shirt, so that he could feel skin and the rise and fall of his breaths. He ran his hand over his back in long, slow strokes, and, well. This was It, right? That thing that everybody was looking for. God, he was a lucky bastard.]

I'd really like that. [He would've been all for it even if he didn't have an idea of why Majima wanted to go. It would be romantic just to go back to the place where they had their first real date, and where they had decided to go steady-- add in that they were looking at wedding rings, and Tim might not be a brain trust but he knew how to put two and let's get married together.] I had a really good time last year.

[He pressed his lips against Majima's hair, a kiss for a kiss.]

Hey. [Softly, because he wasn't sure if Majima had dozed off yet. He looked like he was pretty close.] I love you.

I'd say that's a wrap!

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima laughed up against Tim's chest as he listened to the little story about Jay. Sounded just like the chonker-in-residence. He felt loved, he felt safe, and he let himself relax into the embrace the way he never would have back in Osaka, under the weight of all those eyes. ]

Me, too. I'm so glad.

[ Glad he'd met Tim, grateful he'd gotten to know some nerd from the future. Baffled but happy that somehow a hunky space cowman had landed in his lap and wanted more than just a summer fling.

He might have been asleep, he might not have been, but Majima's fingers curled loosely in the front of Tim's shirt at the sound of the man's voice -- and the shape of his lips up against Tim's skin was an upward curve. His breathing leveled off, and then Majima slipped off for real.

Good night, space beef. ]