Firm believer that yearning from afar is a dying art and Flambae would be the only survivor left.
Don’t get him wrong, — he could just tell Robert he’s interested.
But he and words don’t get along. If they did, he’d tell Robert he stayed up more than once, trying to map out the constellation of his freckles.
He’d tell him ‘You’re more hero on your five minute break than half the idiots in this city.’
That the world always asked for help. And Robert never told it no. To Flambae, at least, that’s unrepeatable.
But everytime he does, his throat just stops. Because Robert being interested in Flambae’s opinion of him is highly unlikely.
He won’t tell Robert ‘Just eat something good. You get to, now.’ But he will leave home cooked meals in the fridge and write ‘4 Bob Bob, do NOT touch’
He won’t tell Robert ‘I love your dumb jokes. You sound happy when they work.’
But he’ll laugh the loudest at the punchline over comms.
He doesn’t tell Robert ‘ You look tired today. I got you.’
But he picks up groceries on patrol, claiming he just needed retail therapy and over did it.
He picks up Robert’s favorite snacks. Not because Robert told him, but because Flambae kept an eye on his vending machine purchases.
He gets Beef fancy treats. He leaves his car keys on Robert’s desk, because he made a joke about the seats looking comfortable.
And Robert is oblivious to it. Until he realises Flambae isn’t doing these things for anyone else. “…You know, all you had to do was ask.”
And Flambae, surprisingly, does part his lips. Maybe to deflect, or puff his chest and move on.
But he scoffs, averts his eyes. He’d stare at Robert forever, if he didn’t. “…I fucking forgot.”
“You forgot to ask me out?”
“Fuck off. You looked… Happy. Like you were enjoying yourself.” He defends. “I like watching you live, okay? I’d do that even if I wasn’t dating you.”
And Robert doesn’t speak after. Maybe because his voice would give up in the middle. He grabs Flambae’s hand instead.
“I know. You like that shitty burrito with the jalapeño sauce. Your stomach is gonna fucking explode one day, — BOOM, death by Taco Bell. What am I gonna tell Beef? Do you even think about this shit—“
And Robert listens, because he is interested in Chad’s words, actually.