I wasn't gonna do it, but then I saw one. Inappropriately timed confession, for Thorn and Shun. ( I don't know if there was ever a real... true confession there? They're not totally the type for it? BUT IF THERE WAS. I could also just be forgetting it because it was forever ago andifsoIapologize. )
“You were late. Again. You're alwayslate.”
Thorn didn't seem like he was reallylistening to anything that Shun said. It wouldn't be that much of asurprise, if it turned out to be true. The fact of the matter wasthat he didn't listen a lot of the time – or, more pointedly, ifdidn't seem like he did. Occasionally he would surprise Shun bybringing up a conversation that he'd been sure Thorn hadn't beenpaying attention to. Maybe, he hoped, this was one of those times.
“You're not even listening,” hesaid. It was the oldest trick in the book, but it got an immediatereaction. Thorn lifted his head from his phone, turning to face Shunand opening his mouth to argue; Shun didn't let him get that far.
“If you are listening to me, answerme when I say something!” he said, venom in his tones. “Don'tjust let me berate you! You could try saying something once in awhile!”
Thorn nodded, very clearly attentive,now. It was almost more infuriating that he was.
Maybe Shun was just looking for afight.
“What are we, even?” he asked, hisvoice lower, but his tone just as venomous. “Because I'm not sure.Are we just the Guy Who Makes Plans He's Always Late For and the GuyWho's Always Left Waiting?” Shun spread his hands at his sides,staring down at Thorn, seated on the arm of the couch, in his dressshirt and pants. “Because, I'm telling you, Thorn Windemere, it'sgetting really old, really fast.”
“I get that.” Thorn said. Shunwaited a beat for him to continue. When he didn't, the kitsune blewout an agitated breath, putting a hand over his face and turningaway.
“You get that.” He repeated. “Youget that, and yet, still – you were late tonight, but I was the onewho had to put on the happy face, and pretend like I wasn't annoyedwith you, and like this doesn't always happen, and like I didn't haveto make excuses for you for forty five minutes– which is a record, by the way – just for you to waltz in likeyou hadn't inconvenienced anyone.” Shun pressed his palm to his ownchest. “Like you hadn't supremely inconvenienced me.”
Thornstill sat there, unmoving, unspeaking.
It wasso infuriating, Shun considered ransacking Lorelai's room. Sheprobably had a taser in there, somewhere. It might wake the jumperup. Remind him that staring was not a polite answer, and maybe heshould consider--
“I'msorry. I'm an inconsiderate asshole.”
Shun'strain of thought ground to a halt, and he turned back to his...boyfriend, if that's what they were, still seated on the arm of thecouch.
“Iknow that about myself, trust me. Tonight, actually, was supposed tobe the night I started getting better at it.” The night of theirfirst social outing in Winchester. “But, I sort of freaked myselfout. I know it isn't an excuse, and I should have been here on timeto go there with you, and I'm sorry I wasn't.” Thorn took a breath,standing up to his full height. It was weird to see him clearlyconsidering his words. It wasn't something he tended to do all thatoften. Especially not when they were fighting. “Fact of the matteris... I mean, I know this isn't exactly the best timeto say this, but... I love you.”
“Excuseme?”
Thornlooked unsurprised by how quickly and bluntly those two wordspresented themselves as Shun's answer. “I love you.” He repeated.“And all the connotations that means. And please don't let me sayit again. Or, I mean, I could, if that'd be the way to make my latestfuck-up up to you...”
Shunshook his head, unable to keep down a small smile.
“I'mstill really angrywith you,” he started. “And you have a lot of making up to do,that includes actually starting to show up to things on time. I'm notgoing to let you off the hook that easy, so don't even think that'show this is going to be.
