[For Newt and Kavinsky; Valentine's Day plot]

[sorriest]

Besides the obvious, nothing's changed since Kavinsky's birthday. They still hang out together more often than not, Kavinsky has his job and Newt has his classes, and they haven't stopped looking for a bigger place to move into. Today, with Kavinsky out to take care of the groceries by himself, the apartment is quiet while Newt's homework keeps him busy and Al settles into sneaking glances his way between working through some job hunting guide he's picked up.

It's not long before he's doing more Newt-watching than turning pages. He knows by now that Newt frowning doesn't necessarily mean that Newt has something on his mind bothering him; frowning is just what Newt does unconsciously, sometimes. Today, though, Al has to wonder if they aren't both thinking of Kavinsky.

They haven't been treating him any different, just because he looks different -- he's sure they haven't. Kavinsky's still himself on the inside, in the way he acts. To them, it doesn't matter if he stays a girl or wakes up a guy again one day.

Maybe it matters to Kavinsky.

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[thebloodyglue]

Newt looks up and sees it, instantly - the look on Kavinsky's face, the flush in his cheeks and his stomach dips, just a little, guilty. He knows that look on Kavinsky's face, knows what it means and what it usually links to.

He trusts him. He does. He does.

"You alright there, love?" he asks.

[mitsubishievo]

"Yeah," Kavinsky murmured, and gave Newt a soft look, a reassurance, as he headed toward the kitchen. His eyes skated over Newt, a hungry sort of momentary look, but then he was looking at Al, slow and just as easy.

He grabbed Al's hand, leading him into the kitchen. Tea. Tea and groceries. Tea and groceries and then everything would settle and he could tell them what a fiasco everything had been.

But Al's hand felt big and warm and just a little calloused against his own palm, and they'd only just stepped into the kitchen when Kavinsky set the groceries on the counter and shoved himself up against Al. It was harder, now, to lean in and kiss him. Now, he had to wrap his arms around him and practically climb him like a tree.