Ah yes, a sequel to this drabble XD
Jafar sat on the couch, a book open in his hands, his tired eyes skimming over the words of the same page he had been looking at for the past twenty minutes. He couldn’t sleep, but he couldn’t focus either. Not when Primo had stormed out on their conversation several hours ago.
At worst, Jafar had expected Primo would argue against marriage logically. State the cons and how it was better for them to stay as separate people on paper. Jafar, of course, had been ready for that and had counterpoints at the ready.
What he hadn’t expected was how emotional Primo had gotten, and not in the ‘I’m going to cry, I love you so much baby!!’ way seen all the time in public proposals. Instead, Primo had seemed almost offended that Jafar had proposed at all. How naming them as a ‘married couple’ would only make things more complicated. Jafar saw no logic in his words and before they knew it, the argument had gotten out of hand.
Jafar was shaken out of his thoughts as the front door creaked open. He put down his book and stood up as Primo slowly shuffled in. Their eyes locked immediately.
“Where were you?” Jafar asked, fighting to keep the bite out of his tone.
“Out,” Primo shrugged, swaying on his feet.
“Yeah.” Primo nodded, then closed the door behind himself. “Look, Jafar…” He started, stepping closer, his words slurring slightly. “Let’s fucking do it. Let’s get married.”
While the tension eased from Jafar’s shoulders, he rolled his eyes.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated, reaching out to slip an arm around Primo’s shoulders. They took their time walking to their bedroom.
“I mean it, Jafar. You are right. I’m sorry I said those things.”
“Apologize to me in the morning.” Jafar sighed. “And for what it’s worth, I am sorry too.”
Jafar carefully sat Primo down on the edge of the bed; he kneeled before him to help him out of his shoes. He could feel Primo’s gaze on him, intense but familiar. Once Primo was dressed down to his underwear, Jafar slipped under the covers with him so they were facing each other.
“I really mean it. Let’s get married. You can change your name to Jafar Nizzuto, if you want.”
Jafar smiled at him in the dark.
“I wouldn’t go that far. We’ll talk about it more in the morning.”
