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[Text] Sorry I haven't been much help. Still trying to process everything. So how are you feeling today?

[Text] Sorry I haven't been much help. Still trying to process everything. So how are you feeling today?

Bellamy didn’t have the strength to say or sign anything when Stevie said yes. All of the energy left him for a brief moment before Stevie’s arms were around his neck and they were attached at the mouth for a brief moment as Stevie kissed him. He laughed shaking his head as he shoved Stevie’s hands down, now was not the time for talking. “I. Love. You.” he stated and with a surge of happy energy he wrapped his arms around Stevie and hauled him up into his arms and kissed him soundly, refusing to let the Blonde go. Not now, not ever. They would get through this, together.

Stevie stopped signing when Bell stopped him, a grin on his face even as he kissed his boyfriend - no. Fiance. His hand tangled into the other’s hair as he did so, but it wasn’t long at all before he had to pull back, breathing far more laboured than it had been. But he stayed close, looking into the other’s eyes, resting his forehead against his. Aside from the ache in his chest, he’d forgotten what was going on for a moment, too focused on Bellamy. “I love you.” he whispered, hoping the other could at least read what he was saying. He moved his head from there to Bell’s shoulder, hand moving to the other one and clinging as he winced, desperately trying to catch his breath.

Sam stared at the menu not sure what he wanted to order. He figured him and Stevie could probably share a pizza pie if he was up for it. If not, then Sam would just get two slices of pizza and a coke. He normally watches what he eats, but he’s on vacation,, so he has no problem cheating. Sam put the menu down and looked at Stevie and couldn’t hep but noticed how nervous he looked. Or like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to say it.

Stevie chewed his lip as he watched his brother, dreading this. He had a few ideas as to what Sam’s reaction could be, and none of them he felt particularly comfortable with. He hated upsetting his brother... He took a breath, looking down at the menu again as his brother asked all the questions, giving him a small smile at the last part with a nod as he looked back up at him. “Yeah, I know.” he promised, tracing the font of the ‘menu’ title. 

That’s tough dude. You should really try to get a second opinion. But congrats on the engagement.

Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it, but... I mean, chances are they’ll just say the same thing, right? Or suggest I get turned into a vampire or something and I don’t know, man... that’s not the best lifestyle... I like chocolate too much.

Oh, man, Stevie.. That’s so horrible..

Yeah, it’s not exactly... the best news I’ve ever heard.

Oh, I am so sorry, Stevie, the best way to spend the last days is spend it with your friends and family, I am sure they would love to spend it with you… But congratulations on the engagement.

Yeah... Sam’s sticking around in Hazel Run for a while, then after that I might... follow him to Chicago or something. I’ve always wanted to go.

Oh my god…I’m so sorry…but uh congratulations on your engagement.

It’s cool, I’m just... working on the coming to terms with it part. Thanks! 

Oh my God, what? You can’t die! Why dont you ask for a second opinion? But, congratulations on the engagement.

Apparently I very much can... They’re... working on it. Like... seeing if there’s a way around it... To help and stuff. Thanks! Me and Bell still need to discuss like, dates and stuff but we know it’ll be this year, for obvious reasons.

That means you need a doctor?

You look way too happy about that, Charlie... I have a doctor, and that’s what he told me. I mean, him and another one. I’m on medication and stuff to ‘prolong my life’ or something, but I don’t actually know how effective it is.

Wait…. What? You… What?

I... yeah...

Congratulations on the engagement? 

Thanks, I uh.. I... was gonna tell you in person, I just... I completely.. chickened out. I’m sorry.