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He already feels irritated, but he’s still in the middle of how stupid it is that their current promotion has a lower rate than what he’s currently paying (”Yeah I found a better deal- FROM YOU. IT’S ON YOUR FUCKING SITE YOU TROGLODYTES!”), and he’s not going to cut himself off just to tell his boyfriend not to kiss him, that seems like something he should wait to snap out until they’ve been together for at least a month. When the twilight of their newish relationship period is over, then Lovett can submerge Jon in the deep end of Lovett’s neuroses. 

Jon’s mouth is doing that twisted soft smile thing, the one where one side is higher than the other, and his arms wrap around Lovett’s waist, lips pressing a kiss to Lovett’s temple instead of his mouth. Letting him still go on about the injustices of paying for wifi. 

It shouldn’t make him emotional. It shouldn’t feel like a momentous thing. It does. It makes him end his rant with an “Anyway…” trailing off and going quiet and still. 

“Hey,” Favs says quietly after a while, his palm rubbing up and down Lovett’s arm, both of which are laying still at his sides, “close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ Do I need to get a blindfold? Maybe one of those luxury eye masks, would that be more your speed?”

That… would be interesting. That could be a venture they could explore at a later juncture. He’d tried gags before, and hated it. Blindfolds though… Lovett swallows the comments, and narrows his eyes at Jon, giving him a suspicious squint before closing them and raising his hands.

He knows what it is from the first press of metal, warm from Jon’s body heat  where he probably had it in his pocket. If he rubs his thumb over the ridges, he’d probably recognize each dip and point from when he’d nervously fiddled with it outside of Jon’s front door, before he’d finally gone in and kissed him for the first time. 

He opens his eyes, looks down at the key. “I already have a key to your house.” he says, blankly.

And it is the key. Lovett can see now the familiar lines of the cutting bits. The head is customized in the shape of a dog’s face, because Jon’s a giant dork. Whether it’s Pundit or Leo, Lovett doesn’t know, it’s too indeterminate. That was probably part of the appeal. 

“I know. A problem of being friends so long, I guess- not! Not a problem,” he placates, when Lovett snaps his head up to give him a long-suffering look. Only half kidding with his betrayed eyes. “Just… an issue, you know. The key’s… the key is a gesture. I know you have one, but not as…”

“Not as partners.” Lovett says, getting it. This stupid romantic soft-bro. It’s probably better that he did it during Lovett having a tantrum. His natural inclination would probably be an expensive restaurant or something else that would put Lovett on edge. But… Jon’s nothing if not considerate. He pulls out his key ring, trying to slip it on. 

“Seemed like the right time.” Jon says, like he read his mind.