bobby maler, he's the best

“you’ve got your own personal space heater RIGHT HERE.” his smile, though just a ghost of past joy, is still sweet. “i keep the apartment a little COLD, sorry about that.” he doesn’t m e a n to keep it so cold; he just works better in a cool environment. his head ducks a bit sheepishly. “i can turn the heat up if you want.”

        a smile, and oh, he’s quick to grab his hand, gaze low, grazing the ground. “ it’s -kay, don’t worry stu.” and it’s all so much brighter when he looks up, something maybe more mischevious in his eyes, but his hands would still tremble weren’t they holding onto him. not used to asking for the things he craves most. “ but can i have a hug ? please ? “

      “it’s none of those.” hänschen replies, playfulness evident in his tone. pulling out a box from behind the sofa, he places it between them. “open it.”

  he’s not used to presents, but for sure, that box is too big to be a plushie. hands shake a bit against the wrapping paper, and eyes get back to his soulmate’s “ are you sure ? like - for real, it’s for me ? “ 

      “c’mon! it’s not fun if i just give it to you. try to guess at least once.” he teases, a smile ornating his lips.

    it’s easier to tip toe and peck his lips. “ mh, i don’t know. is it ... i don’t know, a teddy bear ? oh - or roses ? i love flowers ! but - i love you more. tell me now ? please ? ”

      “it’s a surprise. i can’t tell you. you get three guesses.”

    “ three ? but - oh, hanschen, please ? i’m bad at this - i never get surprises before ?  i’ll do anythin ! ” a child here, really, one who laughs, clinging to his boyfriend’s hand.

      “i’ve got a surprise for you, bobby.”

     “ for me ? for real ? what is it ? oh, tell me, please ?”

          ❝I’m not too good at it,  either…❞    Ernst squints at the computer. It’s all so confusing, all a little frightening to have all the freedom to choose on his own, without his parents or his family.   Just him and Bobby.     What if he made all the wrong choices, messed it up ?     What if they didn’t have a good time ?   Ernst had always felt like he wouldn’t be good enough, not for Bobby or anyone.         ❝Oh, I can’t pick ! You pick first.❞

      he’s never been the kind to dwell on memories. his were often either bitter or pleasurable, no middle ground in this game of opposites. even the pleasrurable ones are not worth indulging in reminiscing about, for he can always make new, more pleasurable ones. however, with the introduction of bobby maler, a new set of memoris seems to be in store for him. the memories he will make with someone who hänschen knows is right for him, no matter what. “we can go for cotton candy first. and then bumper cars. my treat.” the blond replies, a smite etching at the corners of his lips and his hand fits against bobby’s.

        there’s someone here who cares now. someone who can’t leave. soulmates don’t leave each other. soulmates are forever. that’s what he aways believed, making up story after story in his head. he’s never been to a fair before. but then - hanschen doesn’t need to know that. “ are you sure ? i mean - i don’t want to bother ? “ it can only be the greatest evening of his life. and it can’t all be a mistake. they found each other. he noticed him. “ i’ve never had cotton candy before. but it looks really nice. ”

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      what are the odds of going to a fair and finding your soulmate? hänschen would say pretty fucking low. yet, it happened to him. it’s the kind of story he would tell his friends ( if he had any proper ones ). “i’m here. for real.” the blond assures him. “now, do you still wanna go on the bumper cars or do you wanna go get some cotton candy?” they’re young, they’ll have the rest of their lives to get to know each other, hans figures.

        it’s a happy place. would make for a happy memory, someday, far into the future. but for now, it could just be a happy moment. they could make it perfect ( now, the rest of their life had to be perfect. it could only be so. ). and he can’t pull that smile, so wide off his face. the cars still look fun, people still laugh over here. but he’s always loved sugar, when he could get some. and he’s seen too many people with those. “ oh, i don’t know ? i mean i... “ he shakes his head, going back to the change in his hand. “ i only have enough for the bumper cars ticket ? i think ? i’m not very good at math. but - if you want a cloud candy - they’re so pretty, i’ll stay with you ! forever now ! “ enthusiastic words. and he can’t help but grab his hand. 

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        he’s not. ( not really. ). but still he smiles. some care - and it’s all so gentle. not something he’s ever been used to. not something he’ll ever get used to. “ a little ? ” so really, he won’t deny him anything. “ why ? “ yet, he’s not one to ask for more, doesn’t know how to. but still, being in stu’s arms ... that surely sounds like something nice, comfortable. something he doesn't have enough of. something he'd want, for sure.

      it’s him. that’s his soulmate. it has to be. the way bobby looks at him – like he’s found what he’s looking for his whole life. “yeah, that’s me. hänschen. hänschen rilow.” and he’s never been happier saying his name. his arms wrap around the other’s body alsmot instinctively as he moves closer.

         it’s hard to believe. seems impossible. but it seems things like this can sometimes, just sometimes, happen at random. and there, he laughs, face buried in his neck, so unsure of the world around - but really, at least him - him, he’s got to stay. that’s what soulmates are for, right ? right. it simply can’t be any other way, that he’s sure of. so he’ll hold onto him. “ it’s so - it’s wonderful ! i can’t believe it. you’re here ? for real ? ” the one he’s been waiting for forever. the one he won’t let go of. 

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