have you ever been in love? how d'ya... you know... know?
oh, god.
perhaps, in his weaker moments, sakaki had envisioned tender moments such as these. father and son bonding that he could not do with silver, done with a man who was just as close as one could be to a blood child.
as tender affection bloomed, and proton nestled further and further into the void of his heart, sakaki found these daydreams far more consistent, playing out a fantasy of fatherhood he had never achieved, and proton had never received.
though not once had it involved atticus king at its heart.
like a lovesick puppy did proton sigh on about him, the gradual progression of the nature of their bond transforming him from shy and reserved about it all as he navigated foreign territory, to more and more forthright as he comfortably settled into this new part of life.
frankly, sakaki would have preferred he kept it quiet and to himself, remained sheepish about discussing it all, especially in moments such as this, where proton dreamily tried to figure out the beginning and end of his infatuation.
sakaki pursed his lips.
perhaps he would be breaking out the whiskey early tonight.
easily skirting about the initial question, ringed fingers folded upon his lap as he leaned back into the plush cushion of his chair, studying where proton sat.
what had begun as a daily report had slowly degraded into idle, personal chit-chat, until finally, the truth of why proton had come so early to deliver his findings revealed itself.
after only but a few months, was he already debating the question of love?
if he and that man ended up on the front of those tabloids, gushing about yet another celebrity rushing into a doomed marriage when several months was hardly enough time to even begin to know one another...
‘ it seems a bit early to be having to worry about that. ‘
