HE'S NOT JUST A PEOPLE PERSON 🐾

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   “You are literally the sweetest man.” Teddy mused, leaning against Theo a little and brushing his nose over his cheek before pressing a kiss to his jaw. This was all so surreal, but he tried not to think too much into it and went back to looking for photographs, “I’ll tell him.” he chuckled, before picking out another photograph of their two dogs, Sinatra sat open-mouthed looking like he might’ve been smiling and Toto sat in front of him between the larger dogs paws, holding his favorite red bear in his mouth.     “There you go, there are our sons.” 

“What kind of naan?” He used his phone to write in the notes exactly what they were having because he just knew as soon as the server came he wouldn’t be able to find anything on the menu. Teddy listened to Theo as he spoke, continuing with his note, barely reacting when his fingers moved through his curls because he had just grown so accustomed to Theo’s touch that now it was only worth mentioning if he wasn’t touching him. But he did suddenly feel very domesticated, he realized quickly that this was going to be his life forever now. Those would be the only fingers to ever touch him so intimately, this would be the only man he’d probably ever split a dish with, one day they’d look over this same menu together and ‘just have the usual’... and that excited him.  “I love you.” was his response to ‘let's choose after dinner’. Which made little sense in context but perfect sense to Teddy’s line of thinking.

Teddy smiled at him again, briefly lifting his hand up to touch Theo’s cheek with so much tenderness, making sure that one touch somehow carried every ounce of love he had for him. “It’s my favorite face.”  He continued to search his camera roll, “Things will make a little more sense to you now maybe.” he muttered, picking up another photograph of himself and Gwen, “This is what Gwen looks like... She’s beautiful, huh? She’s so pretty.”  His heart swelled with affection for his friend. Gwen was one of the most important people in his life, she was more of a sister than a friend. She was family.  Teddy was back to scrolling and he found a photograph of his father, Richard as Hedwig, and he let out an amused noise, “So this is my Papa as Hedwig. I should probably show you what he looks like out of drag, but you’ve met my Hedwig - or Tedwig as we call her - enough times. I was... I was 10 when my father gave birth to this person, I feel like... in some ways... she is my mother.”

                          HE’S NOT JUST A PEOPLE PERSON  🐾

teddy sr: what if we’re in area 51, and what we think is area 51 is the exit, that’s why nobody is allowed to go there. teddy jr: … teddy jr: why are you like this?

   “No, hey listen, you can facetime them if you want.” He said, pulling out his phone anyway because he did have photos of both their families on his phone. His home and lock screen was a photo of himself and Theo, but he immediately unlocked it and went into his camera roll, laughing at his excitement “I will explain the colors to you.” he agreed, keeping close to him as he pulled up photos. The first one on there was one of Theo taken a couple of days ago when his birds had used him as a resting perch, “So the one in your lap is Boo Radley, he’s a magpie, he’s black - which is the darker color,” he pointed it out because he realized Theo probably wouldn’t have any concept of light and dark, “and white. Then on the couch next to you that’s Chester, black-headed Caique, this is green... this is yellow. And as always on your shoulder is Frogs. He’s got an orange head; technically apricot-headed or white-bellied Caique. He likes you a lot.”

“I don’t mind.” There was something a bit romantic about splitting a dish, Teddy was a sharer by nature, anything he had he always offered to others. “Do you want anything else with it? Naan bread or samosas? Bhajis?” He’d already got his heart set on poppadoms, he’d been thinking about mango chutney for most of the day if he was going to be honest. Theo’s comment about kissing his neck made the hairs on the back of it stand on end, he couldn’t help but lean into him slightly, “You can. After dinner. I promise. I was thinking Urban Tiger because they do an offer on cocktail pitchers after 10pm, they’re like 14$ for two. Or we could go to The Boston, it's drag night.”  

Teddy clung onto him and laughed as he spun him around. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. He was elated of course but he felt so emotional, for Theo and for himself.  “I -- I can be. I mean if you want I can -- I can show around. Y-- your call, of course, we can do... anything. Anything you like. Anything you want, just name it.” Teddy didn’t want to think about the fact this might not be permanent, but there was so much potential for what they could’ve done. 

Teddy set the menu down and pulled out his phone so he could Google the ingredient, muttering “Dopiaza.” under his breath. He chuckled as Theo kissed his cheek, dancing a little to a song in his head as he waited for his 4G to kick in and load the results. “I’m really glad we did this. Oh here -- Oh I can’t have it it’s cheese.” He screwed up his face in disgust and shook his head as he read the words ‘curdled milk’. “Do you want that or do you wanna share my chickpea mush?”

Teddy had dreamed about hearing those words from those lips for so long. He was never bothered by Theo’s blindness, but there was always a small part of him that wished Theo could see him.  “Are you--” he was cut off by a kiss, and he never got to finish that sentence. Theo was looking at him; actually looking at him. Not by coincidence either, on purpose, Teddy knew he could see him. The final statement made him sob with joy, his smile practically split his face in two. “I can’t believe this is happening, I don’t understand. And... I just realized I have bear slobber all over my face, I’m so sorry.”