Sundaes and a Conversation

[wizard_p_i]

It was Saturday evening. Harry had come over to John's place with five gallons of ice cream, assorted toppings, whipped cream, nuts and sprinkles, and had declared his intention of making them both huge enormous sundaes

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[gentleman_tiger]

John closed the door behind Harry and went to lean on the counter in the kitchenette as Harry assembled. "Issue the first; I'm still not hiding an army here, one gallon would have done, and you're taking the leftovers back with you because my freezer is nearing capacity. Issue the second; hey, mago mio. It's good to see you. Is something up?"

[wizard_p_i]

"Issue the first: fine, not a problem. That gives me an excuse to bring you leftovers, in fact.

"Issue the second: hey, barone amato. Good to see you too. Yes, something's a little bit up. But nothing related to death or danger. It can wait a few minutes, at the very least. You prefer hot fudge, chocolate, strawberry, caramel or marshmallow toppings?"

[gentleman_tiger]

"Hot fudge, caramel, and whatever nuts you brought along," John said. "What's a little bit up, or is it too complex an issue to broach while your hands are busy?"

[wizard_p_i]

"Walnuts, pecans, almonds, cashews and peanuts," Harry said as he built the sundae. "A little bit up is that Michael has figured out that I'm in love with someone. I might've known that it would be impossible to conceal anything from a Knight of the Cross. Especially the one who wields Amoracchius. Love is practically his job description.

"He doesn't know who the someone is, though. Or why I'm not being more open about the relationship. He wants to know. I told I promised not to tell...which is true, but raises MORE questions." He sighed.

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[gentleman_tiger]

John held up the remote-- which even worked, despite proximity to Harry Dresden.

"You'll have to tell me if the movie flickers out midway," he said, shifting closer to Harry and slipping an arm around him, leaning his head against the taller man's shoulder.

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[wizard_p_i]

"I'll let you know," Harry agreed, wrapping an arm around John and then kissing John on the forehead.

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[gentleman_tiger]

"What is it about my face, anyway?" John mused. It had hardly escaped his notice that Harry liked to touch him casually, a stroke on the face, a caress. He didn't mind, of course, it meant skin-to-skin contact and there was something intimate about the gesture. Soothing.

Still, he was curious.

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[wizard_p_i]

Harry smiled. "I like touching your face. It tells me that I'm not dreaming. That you're really here, and really in love with me.

"Besides," and the smile became a grin, "it's a good-looking face. Why shouldn't I want to touch it?"