“I love you.”
THREE WORD STARTERS (*)
⇥ CURRENTLY ACCEPTING (✔)
It feels like home, being in his arms, hearing his laugh, seeing his smile. The fingers that intertwined with his somehow causing a wan smile making its way across his features, effortless, so effortless as he witnesses the way Nixon’s grin leading his heart to race rapidly even after all this time watching the familiar scene. He sighs, highlighting the entire verse with a grimace. Despite having lack of inspiration, Ruvik tries not to think so much and enjoys the view of his lover laying on his stomach with a pillow tucked underneath as their hands remain laced together. It’s comforting, the lack of words and the silence that fill the small room of his apartment but there’s nothing more he wanted than this. Using the ends of his pen, he gives his own forehead a small tap, another sigh could be heard while he concentrates once more, beginning to hum out the tune inside his head. Then upon hearing the younger’s word, he pauses for a moment. “I love you”— I love you, he starts writing down those words on the paper with a question mark at the end before then pulling another smile and writing another I love you after. “I love you too,” he muses with a calm collected voice, somehow not surprised that he would be able to help him without showing much effort, Again, effortless, every little thing he does.