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[gabe_bryan]

"I feel like we should talk."

He says.

"And 'talk' isn't a euphemism for... anything. It means talk."

Though the stuff euphemisms are made for isn't completely off the cards either.

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[lavita_earte]

"So talk," Armand replies, sipping his coffee and surreptitiously feeling his breast pocket. Then he reaches over, turning a page in his newspaper. He scans the headlines and sighs before looking over at Gabe, realizing that the baited pause means serious business and not just another redecorating scheme.

"What is it, Gabriel?"

[gabe_bryan]

"I think we should get married,"

And if you turn to stare at him you will see he's not joking. He's entirely serious.

"But - it's not proper for me to ask you, Armand. So you need to propose to me. Also, don't you think we should live somewhere with a third bedroom and an office?"

It's hard to know which one he's thrown in there to be able to talk you down from. Maybe he's serious about both. It's really hard to know.

[lavita_earte]

Armand feels his face grow hot. Normally, it isn't easy to fluster him, but Gabe has managed it without much effort at all.

A long silence passes and he swallows the spit in his mouth, unsure of what to say. The truth is, he's already thought about it. In his breast pocket are the tickets to Denmark and he's been waiting for just the right moment to spring the surprise. Except it will be difficult now that Gabe has made a direct request.

"I think you should pack your things," he manages finally, knowing exactly how it's going to sound and knowing Gabe's reaction isn't going to be pretty.

[gabe_bryan]

Ah, Gabe might actually surprise you, Armand. He really might