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Backdated to the night of November 28th and the morning of November 29th. Nayan has a birthday, gets drunk, and winds up pouncing upon Elliot. Chaos and spazzing ultimately ensue.

Delle was, without a doubt, the most fantastic person in the history of the world. She, after all, had been fabulous and gotten him booze as a birthday present and now, of course, he was completely drunk. The rest of the troupe knew to expect this by now, of course, and had learned to put up with him and his drunken antics. Not that they were antics exactly. Just Nayan got very... snuggly when drunk and, well, most everyone else went to shove him away.

Now, however, the very drunk Nayan was only really interested in finding the one person he hadn't seen pretty much all day. But, unfortunately, with all Nayan's stumbling around, he hadn't exactly been very successful. Nayan's solution? Sit down and drink some more in hopes he would magically stumble upon Elliot somehow.

The one person he hadn't seen all day had been trying to get back to the troupe with the gifts he'd gotten Nayan for the better part of the day - and failing. If it wasn't getting chased by dogs, it was bandits on the road, or getting lost, running out of energy to use the warp staff, rolling off slopes, the list went on and on.

Much to his dismay he hadn't made it back on time for the birthday - but at least the gifts had escaped miraculously intact from the misadventures of one Elliot. Perhaps Nayan had Ulir's favor, or perhaps the gifts were just less clumsy than the person holding them.

Whatever the case, he was finally back, and the first thing he did (after at least taking some time to clean up, because dear Blagi he was dirty) was go find the dancer, flowers in one hand and gift in the other. They hadn't talked much lately... and he felt absolutely responsible. Maybe today he and Nayan could talk it out... if Nayan could even forgive him for not being around for the entirety of his birthday, that is.

A part of Nayan was beginning to despair. Elliot was still nowhere to be found, after all, and he was just sitting here, somewhat removed from everybody else. Hardly normal behavior for the dancer, certainly, but it was rather hard to feel festive when you were drunk and person you were hopelessly in love with wasn't there? What if Elliot hated him? Nayan pouted a bit at the thought, but what else was he to think? Elliot had disappeared on his birthday, for dragons' sake! Maybe Elliot was mad at him and had decided to slip off into the night or something! But, no, Elliot wouldn't do something like that.. would he?

And.... wait. There was someone coming his way that, at least from where he sat, looked an awful lot like Elliot. Nayan's eyes widened and he stood, swaying a bit on his feet. So Elliot hadn't disappeared after all! With a happy drunken smile on his face, Nayan hurried to where Elliot stood and, immediately, pounced upon him, knocking him to the ground.

"Elliot! Dragons, I was worried about you because you were gone and..." That said, Nayan kissed Elliot's nose and simply stared at him with a stupid drunken smile on his face. "I missed you!"

...That had to be the fourth or fifth time he'd hit the ground today, and at least the tenth that the gifts had flown off his hands - thankfully landing safely somewhere else. And while he would normally be relieved that they did, he was now busy being rather flabbergasted by the... greeting.

Although the smell of alcohol coming from the dancer's breath certainly explained a few things. "N-Nayan," he stuttered, not very sure what to say to that - what DOES one say when another man has them pinned to the ground like that?

"I was really worried," Nayan said after a moment, shifting to gently nuzzle Elliot's neck. Of course, once Nayan sobered up, he'd regret doing this or saying anything, but, right now, he was far too drunk to care. "I thought maybe you didn't like me any more."

Elliot... arched an eyebrow, and awkwardly moved a hand up to give Nayan's head a little pat. "O-of course not... um." Hello? Guy on top nuzzling him? Also aching back, joints, whatever else one could think of? Not very comfortable. "Sorry I couldn't make it in time... er."

Unfortunately, Nayan really had no intention of moving. He was actually quite comfortable! And Elliot had patted his head... Eee! Nayan smiled a little more and kissed Elliot's cheek. "It's okay, but you can't wander off like that again, all right? I'll be sad otherwise." Here, Elliot! Have another nuzzle because Nayan was feeling loving.

"Umm... I won't..." He squirmed a little, trying (in vain) to slip out from under the other man. Blagi, this was embarrassing, he was sure he had to be red as a beet by now...

Yes, Elliot was most certainly blushing. Unfortunately for him, Nayan loved it when he did that. "Mmm. You're cute when you blush," he whispered, brushing Elliot's bangs away from his face. "Did you know that?"

...Oh heavens that only made him blush and squirm more. "Umm... Nayan? This is, um..." Pause. What did you say to a drunk to get them off of you? Asking nicely didn't seem like the best option, but... "...Can I get up now?" ...And that didn't sound like it would be any better.

The sensible part of Nayan knew that keeping Elliot on the floor like this was not a good idea. Floors were never very good places for snuggling, after all. However, the sensible part of him was the sober part and, well, Nayan wasn't exactly sober at the moment. Thus, he shook his head and stubbornly clung to Elliot some more. "Don't wanna. This is comfy."

"Nayan, please... this is very... uhm..." He gently tried to push the other man away, with little success. Nayan sure was clingy for a drunk. "Um."

"If I let you get up," Nayan began, pausing to shift and nuzzle at Elliot's chest, "can we go somewhere else? Someplace a little more comfortable?"

...Okay, there had never been a deeper blush in the history of deep blushes. "Wh-what?"

"Silly boy." The dancer paused long enough to give Elliot a rather amused (and very stupid looking) smile, craning his neck upwards a bit to properly kiss Elliot's neck once again. "You know I'm absolutely crazy about you, don't you?"

Elliot gave a VERY awkward little laugh, and once again attempted to push Nayan off of him. This was... getting... ...not very good. At all. "Um."

The sensible part of Nayan would have thought to run away by now since he knew damn well this sort of thing made Elliot uncomfortable. Drunken Nayan, however, not so much. "Hmm... I think I know where we could go, too..."

"Nayan... please let me get up." Elliot wasn't the sort to lose his patience, but this was... well, severely uncomfortable was starting to sound like an understatement. The dancer was drunk, and he was tired, and this is not how he had planned on spending his night...

"Okay, fine." Well, that was certainly a buzzkill. With a sigh, Nayan did, eventually, slide off of Elliot, although he certainly didn't look happy about it. "You hate me now, don't you..." Why, yes, Nayan did tend to be incredibly irrational when he was drunk... and needy, really, but that was besides the point.

"No, I just..." Elliot sat up, rubbing at his (now very stiff) neck. "I'm tired, it's been a long day." And well, he knew Nayan was drunk. No point in "hating" when he wasn't even sure what he was doing.

He paused, turning to look at Elliot who was now rubbing his neck and the dancer's eyes widened. Oh no had he hurt Elliot when he pounced on him like that?! Oh dragons no he hadn't meant to do that! Oh dragons! "Ah... I hurt you didn't I I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!"

No, he shouldn't be apologizing. He should be trying to fix this! Thus, Nayan slipped around behind him and started to massage out Elliot's shoulders. "I really am sorry, Elliot..."

Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow. "N-no, it wasn't you... just. I hit the floor a lot today-" He brought his hands over Nayan's. "It's fine, really."

Nayan paused, shifting and leaning forward to kiss Elliot's hands where they covered his. So... it wasn't him? Elliot didn't hate him? That probably made him the happiest person in the world with that information. "That really must've hurt... M'sorry, Elliot..."

Oh Blagi. "It's... okay, really." Pause. "You sound like you could use some sleep, though..."

"No, I'm fine," Nayan assured him, kissing Elliot's hand once again. "I'd much rather stay with you, anyway..."

He held back a sigh. Nayan wasn't going to peacefully back off, was he...?

"Well, I'm... kind of tired, myself..."

"Then you should be sleepin'," Nayan pointed out. "Not me."

"Well you should, too, I'm sure it was a long day...?" ...Please please go sleep please?

While this was true, and it certainly had been a very long day, Nayan was too drunk for how tired he actually was to register. Thus? New plan! "Will you come with me if I do?"

Oh Blagi, he just... wouldn't let up, would he? "Excuse me...?"

Nope! "Well, I really want to stay with you and we both need to sleep."

"But Nayan, that's not very... um, proper." ...Well, nothing that had happened to him today had been very proper, but this took the cake...

"Please?" If Elliot could see him, Nayan was pouting a bit. There were some nights where Nayan just had to be with someone while he tried to sleep. Sober or not, now was certainly one of those time. "I promise I'll be good." Of course, where Nayan was concerned, 'good' was a fairly relative term.

He quirked and eyebrow, hesitated a bit, and finally sighed. "All right..."

"Yay!" Without thinking, Nayan flung his arms around Elliot's neck to give him a quick hug. "I can definitely sleep now."

Elliot sighed mentally (again) and stood, half-dragging the dancer up with him. "Let's... go, then..."

He shifted to his feet with Elliot, immediately releasing the other man's neck to latch onto his arm instead, awkwardly snuggling up against him as they walked... somewhere. Anywhere. Nayan didn't quite care at the moment. He was with Elliot~ And that was really all that mattered to him.

"You're too good to me, Elliot, you know that?" he asked, smiling stupidly up at him. "Maybe if you weren't, I wouldn't love you like I do. Not that it really matters, anyway, since you probably don't feel the same way, but..." No, no, this was why he had gotten drunk in the first place. He deserved to be stupidly happy every once in awhile, right? Thus, he immediately brought the stupid smile back up and gently squeezed Elliot's arm. "It means lots to me that you put up with me."

"It's... not a bother, so I don't know about 'putting up with', really." ...Well, maybe it as a little bit of a bother now, but really, if Nayan hadn't been there to take him and his daughter in, what would've become of them?

Elliot made for Nayan's bed, motioning for him to sit down. "Here we are."

Nayan did so, tugging Elliot down onto it with him so he could snuggle up against him and use his shoulder as a pillow. "Must seem really stupid to you, huh?"

"No," he said, shaking his head a bit and again bringing up a hand to pat Nayan lightly. "No, not stupid."

He looked at the other man, frowned slightly, and sighed. All this time he'd been hesitating, questioning whether it was proper to even consider having feelings for another man - yet oddly enough, with Nayan latched on to him like this, the lack of propriety seemed to be the least of his concerns, he came to realize. The awkward factor was something else...

"Not stupid at all," he repeated, his voice softer. There was a brief moment of hesitation before he shifted to put his arms around the dancer - sure, he may be drunk, but... alcohol lowered people's inhibitions, didn't it? Maybe he'd been needing this hug for a while... "Not at all."

Elliot was... hugging him... Nayan smiled that stupid drunken smile at him and hugged him back, kissing Elliot's shoulder. Ahh, why did Elliot have to be so perfectly sweet and wonderful all the time? Didn't he realize that acting like that would only make the dancer fall harder for him? (Not that there was really much further for Nayan to fall, but that wasn't the point at all.)

"Silly Elliot," Nayan murmured, closing his eyes. He'd fall asleep like this at this rate. "Only gonna make me love you more if you do stuff like this..."

"I don't mind," he said after a moment, resting his chin atop the dancer's head. "Do you?"

"Well, no, but...." Why was he complaining? This was what he wanted, wasn't it? "I don't want to force you to do anything if you don't feel the same way."

"You're not forcing me to do anything." Persistent, yes, but not really forcing...

"Feel like I am," Nayan pointed out, frowning a bit. "And I"--he paused long enough to yawn a bit and snuggle up against Elliot some more--"really don't want you to do something like this if it isn't what you want. Not fair to you."

"Don't be silly." He was going to fall asleep soon at this rate, wasn't he? Good...

"Mmm..." Nayan smiled a sleepy sort of smile at this point, not even thinking twice about using Elliot as a pillow. "'kay..."

~*~*~*~*~*~SUP GUYS THIS IS A TIMESKIP uh yes~*~*~*~*~*~

It hadn't taken Elliot very long to fall asleep after Nayan did - and in that exact same position, too, since Elliot wasn't the type to move around much in his sleep. Unlike the dancer, though, he wasn't drunk - just incredibly tired from the day before, and was still quite soundly asleep when the dancer awoke.

Unfortunately, Nayan's first thought upon waking was not one of "oooh I fell asleep with someone how nice!" No, instead, the first thing he noticed was the fact that his head hurt like all hell, almost as if someone had seen fit to set off several explosions in his skull all at the same time. Fortunately, however, the person he was currently curled up against provided a very nice pillow, so the dancer supposed he didn't really mind, but... Who was this, anyway?

Nayan paused, forcing himself to ignore the pain as he cautiously pulled away from... whoever it was in order to look at the face. And, unfortunately for him, it was a... very familiar one.

"Oh hell," Nayan whispered, eyes widened. He had, somehow, fallen asleep next to Elliot who was hugging him and OH SHIT WHAT HAD HE DONE TO ELLIOT LAST NIGHT?!

Elliot, fortunately (or unfortunately) was an extremely heavy sleeper, and all he did when Nayan stirred was let out something similar to a 'mmh' and move his arm an inch or two, still quite soundly asleep.

Although if Nayan paid enough attention he'd notice that not only were they both fully clothed, Elliot's hair was also still tied back, surprisingly neatly for someone who'd slept on it - it didn't really SEEM like they'd done anything last night. ...Now if he didn't pay enough attention... well.

It would later occur to Nayan to actually notice that they were still clothed and Elliot's hair was still up, but that wasn't the point! He had to have done something before they had gotten into Nayan's bed, right? This was Nayan after all. He loved Elliot and probably had tried to...

Oh dragons help him one of them was going to smite him or something he was sure of it!

The dancer whimpered a bit and eyed how they were currently sitting. The pounding headache could wait. Right now, he had to figure out how the hell to get out of Elliot's arms without waking him up and then maybe go hide with Delle for the day...

Elliot, however, wasn't looking to make it any easier on Nayan, and the more the dancer tried to wriggle away the tighter his grip would get - almost like someone holding on to the covers someone else was tugging at.

Were he awake at this moment, he'd probably notice the irony in the role reversal since the night before...

This was absolutely ridiculous. Nayan groaned a bit and gently pushed at Elliot, trying to sneak away without waking him up. Elliot, unfortunately, had other ideas, given that the other man was just holding on to him more tightly than before.

But why was Elliot even holding him like this in the first place? If he had tried anything, would Elliot still be holding him like this?

It was only after several attempts at pushing him away that the older man finally stirred and (rather groggily) opened his eyes. Not quite fully awake yet, it took him a moment to remember why exactly he wasn't on his own bed - the night before, Nayan, clingy, drunk. Right. "Morning," he murmured, though he closed his eyes again shortly after. Waking up? What for? So tired.

"Yeah... hi...." And Elliot wasn't exactly shoving him away either, but... Time for a new tactic. Nayan began to gently poke Elliot's arm for a moment, trying to see if that got a bit more response than pushing at him. "Elliot..."

Nnngh how annoying he really just wanted to sleep and-- oh. OH. Right! It wasn't his bed and Nayan was probably not drunk anymore so he should leave right? Right.

...

...

Okay right.

He opened his eyes again, very hesitantly (and tiredly) pushing himself up. "Oh... sorry..." He stifled a yawn, rubbing at his eyes. What time was it...? It was light out already...

"Uh... look..." Oh dragons how exactly was he supposed to go about apologizing for doing something that he definitely didn't even remember doing in the first place? "Last night, did I.... um.... do anything to you....?"

"Huh...?" Do anything...? Oh, like... anything unusual...? "Um... you sort of tackled me to the ground? And then I said you were drunk and should sleep and you wanted me to stay and sleep with so..." ...Very summarized version, but it was early and he didn't really feel like thinking a whole lot.

Yawn.

"No, not like that..." Tackling he would have done regardless... No, no, Nayan was actually thinking more along the lines of molesting the other man. He frowned, absently twirling strands of his hair around his finger. "I mean more like... stuff I swore I would never do to you ever...."

"Mm, no, that was all you did," he said with a sleepy sagely nod.

"Oh." Oh! So Elliot wasn't just lying to make him feel better? Good! That was really good! Nayan smiled and nodded, releasing the now tortured strand of hair from between his fingertips. "That's good, then... I was really worried I had molested you or something."

...Huh?

He arched an eyebrow. "Um... no, not... like that, just... necking... a little...?"

...Were he more awake he'd have immediately blushed at having said that.

Oh. Necking. That wasn't so so ba--- WHAT?! Nayan's eyes widened and he pulled away. "I... uh... Oh damn. I didn't bite you or anything, did I Oh dragons if I did I'm so so sorry!"

Bite? No, no, there was no biting involved.

...Wait, biting?

Okay, now he blushed a little. "Um... no..."

Nayan let out a sigh of relief and sank back onto the bed, a faint smile on his face. Oh thank dragons. No biting. Just... lots of kissing, then. Thank dragons. "Oh good... For a minute, I thought I might have done something... you know... horrible..."

"No, it was um. Nothing serious... don't worry about it," he said, nodding and waving his hands around a little. "You kept saying something like um... how I must think you're really stupid and hate you or something, so I gave you a hug...? And then you fell asleep and um that's it."

Pause.

OH.

"Oh dragons I- I'm so sorry I didn't make it back in time for your birthday."

"You didn't?" Nayan asked, sitting up a bit straighter and looking a little sheepish. "That might have been why I kept saying that you thought I was stupid and you'd hate me, then... Ah..." The dancer cleared his throat and looked away, blushing a bit. "I'm... told I get really, really clingy when I'm drunk, so...."

"I'm sorry... I was trying to find a gift and um... a lot of things happened," he said a little sheepishly, looking around for wherever the gifts had landed the night before. "I... did bring them, though!"

"Aw, honey..." Nayan smiled a bit and laughed, though that only seemed to set off the bombs in his head again. He winced, his fingertips brushing against his temples. "Though I think I'd take pain killers first and foremost..."

"I can... get a staff?" ...He'd never really tried to cure a hangover with a staff, but it couldn't hurt to try, right...?

He raised an eyebrow at that, though his eyes were smiling. "Can you really cure a hangover with a staff, honey?"

"I don't know? I've never tried before..."

"Give it a shot?" Nayan asked, giving Elliot the most pathetic look he was capable of. "I'm willing to try anything other than that disgusting herbal stuff Luka gave me that one time..."

Well, staves worked for normal headaches, so...

"I'll be back in an instant," he said, crawling out of the bed, and off he went. It wasn't long before he returned, staff in hand, and sat on the edge of the bed again. "Um... do you feel anything else or is it just the headache?"

"Just the headache," Nayan replied, attempting a smile and failing miserably. "Though it's really more like someone decided to set off little bombs inside my skull, but other than that, I'm good..."

"Okay." He brought the staff a bit closer to the dancer, concentrated for a moment, energy gathering at the tip of the staff and transferring over to Nayan. He put down the staff after a moment, eyeing the dancer curiously. "Did it work...?"

Nayan closed his eyes as the healing magic of the staff washed over him, warm and... well... rather nice. Had it worked... that was the most important thing. He paused, considering for a moment. No mini explosions... it worked! Yay! The dancer cracked open his eyes and smiled, springing up into a sitting position and throwing his arms around Elliot in a silly sort of hug. "I'm cured~ You are absolutely fantastic, honey~"

He chuckled a little. "Nah, it's just the staff..." So staves did cure hangovers, huh? Who would've thought...

...

...

"Nayan..."

"Hmm?" he asked, looking at the other man curiously. He wasn't about to let go, granted, since he wasn't quite done bestowing his gratitude for removing the dreaded hangover headache yet, but he could at least loosen the hug if Elliot wanted... then again, maybe he should just let him go since, well, Elliot clearly didn't feel the same way about him and this was probably worlds of awkward for the other man...

"Ah... sorry!" Nayan immediately let go and pulled away, looking away. "You... probably were really uncomfortable with me hugging you like that, huh?"

"No, it's not that... I don't mind," he said with a bit of a sheepish smile. "Just... ah." Pause. They probably shouldn't talk now - they'd just woken up and Elliot was a mess, it didn't sound very proper.

"Could we talk later...?"

Somehow, Nayan didn't think he liked how that sounded. Later would only prolong his worry, after all, and for all he knew, Elliot was... Well, he didn't know what Elliot was going to say, but it was probably something bad. Something absolutely terrible like 'I don't want to go anywhere near you anymore now that I know how you feel' or 'I'm leaving bye'. But, no, it was Elliot. He couldn't possibly be that cruel, could he?

"What's wrong with now...?"

"Ah... I'm still a little tired, is all." Well, no, that wasn't all, but... it was part of it, at least.

"Oh..." Well, sure, he supposed that could have been it, but... "But, see... the thing is..." Might as well tell him and get it over with, right? "I'm just going to assume it's something absolutely horrible otherwise, and... I... I've really had enough of avoiding you, so..."

"Just... another hour or two? Please?" So that he could at least get himself cleaned up and more... presentable. This didn't seem like a fitting conversation to have in their current state, but he wasn't sure how to TELL Nayan this.

"If you're prepared to hunt me down afterwards," Nayan pointed out. He did want Elliot to be comfortable, but the longer he waited, the more difficult facing him was going to be since Nayan would just assume it was something perfectly horrible...

"Sure?" He wasn't sure what the dancer meant by that, but if that's all it took?

"Means I'm going to be hiding, Elliot." He shifted to his feet and turned back to look at him, a faint smile on his face. "I tend to do that wen I'm scared. That or make a complete idiot out of myself, but I took care of the idiot thing last night, I'm sure..."

"There's really nothing to be scared about," he pointed out, standing. "I'll be back in one or two hours. If you hide... the wait will just be even longer? So really, there's no reason to."

He could wait for an HOUR, couldn't he? Sure! He'd just... dance off his frustration outside, that was all. He'd be fine if he was distracted... maybe not. "Sure... See you then..."

And off Elliot went.

~*~*~*~This Log Is Just Full Of Timeskips~*~*~*~

And around an hour and a half later he returned, now clean, teeth and hair brushed, clothes not a complete mess! That was much better. He couldn't seem to get his hair to tie properly, though - likely the anxiety playing tricks on him, but it'd look too high or too low or misaligned or ugly, so he decided to just leave it loose.

He looked around for Nayan, trying to not lose the courage he'd taken quite a while to build up. This was... rather embarrassing.

So Nayan had tried dancing, he'd tried brushing out the tangled mess that was his hair (and, while he had been successful, it hadn't exactly relieved his anxiety over this), he'd even tried scribbling strange things on a spare piece of paper. Nothing had really helped. Thus, for the rest of the hour and a half, he had gone to find the kids and play with them, even though his heart wasn't really in it this time.

And somewhere in the background, he could see Elliot heading in their direction. He sighed and looked away. Well, he had to face this sooner or later and if Elliot wanted to leave, then so be it...

"I'll be right back, guys, all right?" Nayan's statement was met with collective pouting, but they did at least allow him to go to meet Elliot half-way, though he did refuse to look at him. "Hi..."

"Hi," he said with a little smile. "Do you mind if we walk for a bit?" He wanted to get away from the main camp - he wasn't sure he wanted anyone listening in on their conversation, after all.

...Nayan... looked nervous. More nervous than he was. What was he thinking he was going to say, anyway?

"Yeah... sure..." Nayan nodded and motioned in some vague direction. "That way..." Aaaaaaand time to take off.

Elliot nodded, and walked with Nayan in that direction. Once he was sure there was no one else around, he stopped, turned to the dancer, took a deep breath.

"Nayan... I'm sorry."

This was the part he was dreading, had been dreading since he had told Elliot how he felt about it. He could almost hear Elliot now. I'm sorry, Nayan, but I can't see myself being with you forever. Well, it wasn't as though he hadn't been expecting it, of course, but that didn't make the reality of it all any less frightening.

"No, no, don--don't apologize for anything..."

"No, I have to apologize..." He furrowed his brows a bit, a hand moving up to fiddle with the fabric of his shirt. "Ah... keeping you waiting on a response for so long, focusing on all the wrong things... missing your birthday... making you uncomfortable this morning."

"It's okay, Elliot. Really." Well, no, okay, it wasn't quite okay, but Elliot didn't have to know that.

"No, Nayan, it's not okay. I know it's not okay. All this time, I was just... thinking how odd and improper it was to even consider being with another man, and I wasn't even... I just wasn't looking at what really mattered. I thought I felt awkward because you're a man, but... that wasn't it at all. I guess it took me this long to just accept it..."

He smiled at Nayan, the heaviest load off his shoulders now. That... hadn't been so difficult. "So... I'm sorry."

Unfortunately for Elliot, the bulk of that had gone completely over Nayan's head. He was so completely wrapped up in what he had just assumed Elliot had been about to say that he really had no idea what had actually been said. In fact, even as he opened his mouth, he wasn't even sure what to say. Thus, he paused, opening and closing his mouth several times before letting out a very less-than-eloquent: "....um...."

Elliot chuckled. He was really bad at this, wasn't he? He probably wouldn't have understood if it was someone else telling him all of this, either. Instead, he figured a better way to put it was to just... show Nayan what he meant, and after a few moments of hesitation, he brought both hands to the dancer's cheeks.

"I meant... I was so worried that you were a man that I didn't even realize I felt awkward because-"

skdslksd;sad okay. Saying it was impossible. So... here goes nothing. He closed the distance between them, and brought his lips to the dancer's, gently - more out of embarrassment than anything. It had been a very long time since he'd last done so much as touch anyone, and he was sure Nayan was a lot more experienced, but...

ASDLFAJAS;DFLKJ WHAT?!

Okay, so Nayan hadn't exactly been expecting a kiss. At most, he had been expecting, "Okay, sorry for keeping you waiting, but I really don't feel the same way." But now, Elliot was kissing him and Nayan couldn't help but smile against Elliot's lips. Elliot was kissing him. Elliot didn't hate him! But, most importantly? Elliot felt similarly.

The dancer supposed he could have probably died right then and there and he wouldn't have really cared, so long as he now knew that Elliot loved him~ And damn Elliot was a good kisser.

Nayan, however, broke the kiss and pulled Elliot into the biggest hug he was capable of, gently kissing Elliot's neck as he did so. "I think... this is probably the best birthday present I've ever gotten." Okay, so it was the day after his birthday at this point. So what? He had Elliot~

He was a little surprised by the intensity of the hug, but he returned it a moment later, closing his eyes. "Sorry that it was late," he murmured, a smile following.

This felt... quite unusual, though he realized now it had nothing to do with Nayan's gender. It was just... different. New. Definitely not a bad kind of unusual, though.

"Don't mind," Nayan confessed, smiling as he raised a hand to tangle itself in Elliot's loose hair. He'd get to do this a lot more often from now on, wouldn't he? Nayan promptly decided he liked this idea. "Best things are worth the wait."