Obscenities? You mean [whispers] swear words? [normal voice] I don’t like those.
Lad, you’re embarrassing yourself.
Haven’t you ever, even once? In a moment of anger, or during a particularly passionate tryst?
Henry was surprised at the sudden show of strength from the smaller man, though he tried forcing himself to keep from meeting Lile’s eyes for as long as he could stand it. Once he did look, however, he almost regretted it.
"I was just so worried about you. All I wanted was to know that you were okay and there was nothing that I could do to figure it out. I was terrified that I would never see or hear from you again.” Henry reached his arm out, placing it gently on the forearm of Lile’s handless limb, needing the extra contact with the man, ensuring that he was there and not going anywhere for now either.
Silence fell between the two as Henry processed what Lile had said, though as soon as the words clicked in his mind, he couldn’t contain his grin. “I love you too, Lile.” He pulled the smaller man into a kiss, one that, to Henry, felt different than any of the previous kisses they shared. Whether it was because they had just declared their love for one another or because Henry was still grinning wildly, he didn’t know, though he didn’t particularly care, either. “I love you” he repeated after pulling away, quieter this time.
"I wish I could show you off to let everyone see how lucky I am," He stated as he moved his hands until they were resting on the smaller man’s waist, pulling him a bit closer in before leaning down and kissing him again.
"You want to show me off?" Lile asked with a chuckle between giddily sloppy kisses with his man. He ran his hand over the firm swell of Henry’s shoulder and grinned cheekily up at the man. "I’m the one who’s got all this at my beck and call."
His conversation with Tanya all those weeks ago came to mind, and he brightened, leaning in to press a fond kiss to the stubbled point of Henry’s chin. “If you’re comfortable with it, dear Tanya has been absolutely dying for a double date with me and ‘my man’. We could invite them over for one of your wonderful dinners, or a delightful Sunday brunch.”
The executioner cupped Henry’s cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb along the swell of his lip absently as he thought his words over. Lile had lived with his… predilections, all his life, so he had long grown used to living with the fear that any moment he could be betrayed by the slip of a tongue, damning him to the gallows in a split second. Yet he understood that this was all new for Henry, and that the towering blond may have some misgivings about actually letting anyone know exactly who he was dating. Lile didn’t want to push the man into anything he wasn’t ready for.
"It’s quite alright if you wish to decline, love. It’s a hard decision that I won’t hold against you." He said with all sincerity, playing his fingers through sleek blond hair. Although there was something else hard the executioner was most definitely ‘holding against’ his lover.
Being in love doesn’t mean you have to be someones white knight. Just you wait, one day I will saying I told you so.
Oh, you’ll be saying something alright.
I’m sure it would be the first marker of the coming apocalypse, or something equally dreadful.
I don’t believe you. I’m sure if you found the right person you could love again. I never thought I would, I used to be the poster child of bitter and alone, but then I met him and everything changed.
Oh, well jolly good for you, but this is one case you won’t win.
I’m no one’s white knight, and there will be no happily ever after.
Surprisingly, I don’t find that shocking. Aren’t you worried about ending up bitter and alone though?
Even one as heartless as yourself must want to be loved.
Sweetheart, if you were to look up ‘bitter and alone’ in an encyclopaedia, it would just be an image of my face.
My heart died a long time ago.
….No, not really. Do you enjoy being one of the most hated people in Everafter Lile?
Oh, I love it.
Henry’s head snapped to the side when the sound of metal on plate took his thoughts from how to approach the subject with Lile. As soon as he saw his sombre expression, laced with worry, he knew that Lile had caught his nervous habits and was, probably, coming up with all sorts ‘what ifs’.
He knew that he’d have to speak up sooner or later; let Lile know what was on his mind so that his own thoughts didn’t eat him from the inside. But he was still trying to figure out how to say it. After a few moment longer of uncomfortable silence, he finally decided to just make it up as he went.
"I… I was really worried while you were gone," He began quietly, avoiding eye contact by staring intently at his hands as he picked at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt. "I had no idea where you were or if you were okay or if you," he paused, not really wanting to continue. "Or if you just didn’t want me…" he half whispered, suddenly very self conscious of his insecurities, even more so following his revelation from earlier. "Am I not worth a phone call or a letter or… anything?" He asked quietly, grabbing his plate and setting it on the counter, facing away from Lile as tears began to cloud his vision.
"No no no," Lile blurted, his expression twisting as unnamed emotions grabbed hold of him. He stood hurriedly, the stool clattering to the floor in his rush, but he ignored it in favour of rushing around the island to clutch at Henry’s shoulder. In a rare show of strength, the executioner spun the large man around, cupping his stubble rough cheek to guide the blond’s gaze to his own.
"Henry, I… I’m so sorry." he murmured, his heart aching at the tears pooled in those blue eyes. He’d done this; this was his fault. "It was all so hurried, and I didn’t know who I could trust to tell you… who I could write without risk of the letter being read…"
Lile trailed off, at a loss for words to explain why he would rather risk earning Henry’s loathing than his head. Well, he had words, three little ones that on their own meant very little, but when combined, could change the world.
"Henry," Lile said, with something close to reverence in his voice, a smile he was helpless to control curving his lips. "I love you."