[Never, for a moment, had Red Wine thought that sleeping together as they had been wouldn't complicate matters. He hadn't expected them to get this complicated. Hadn't expected to be standing in front of Steak with his heart pounding in his ears and wanting to hear words from him that he never thought he'd get.
But then, there they are, out in the open.
Red Wine feels his face heat. The tips of his ears burn hot and everything he wants to say in boiling retort sticks in the back of his throat.]
Oh.
[The sound croaks softly out of him. That was it. That was what he wanted to hear, wasn't it? The culmination of two hundred and fifty years of fighting and bickering and then... whatever they had been doing here.
He realises he's looking at Steak's shoes.]
... I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you. For... a long time.
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But then, there they are, out in the open.
Red Wine feels his face heat. The tips of his ears burn hot and everything he wants to say in boiling retort sticks in the back of his throat.]
Oh.
[The sound croaks softly out of him. That was it. That was what he wanted to hear, wasn't it? The culmination of two hundred and fifty years of fighting and bickering and then... whatever they had been doing here.
He realises he's looking at Steak's shoes.]
... I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you. For... a long time.