”I want to quomlicate you.”
Felix couldn’t really understand Quentin over the sound of his own chewing combined with the noise from the television. He and Quentin had decided to spend the night in the older man’s flat, and they’d settled for an old tv show when they couldn’t decide on a movie. Felix was paying attention to the antics of the grey and white people, and though he could feel Quentin’s eyes watching him, he kept his own eyes glued to the screen. When he heard the other man’s low tones, he turned to him, swallowing the kernels that were in his mouth regardless of how chewed they were. He felt a kernel scratch his throat, and he looked around for something to drink. Somewhere during this scramble, his mind caught up with his ears, and he finally comprehended Quentin’s words. Finding the soda he had opened earlier, he took a quick gulp before looking back at the man sitting across the couch. I want to complicate you.Â
It was an odd thing for Quentin to say. His brown eyes turned hesitantly toward Quentin’s face, hoping to find some clues to just what he’d meant. Felix knew he was simple, but was that so terrible? He liked food, his job, his friends. As long as he had those three things and a place to sleep at night, he was happy. The fact of it was, Quentin was the first real relationship that Felix had ever been in, and he had certainly complicated Felix’s life. Between his feelings for the older man and the ongoing battle between his nerves and his hormones, Felix spent more time than he would like to admit thinking about what exactly that look meant, or what Q had been thinking when he’d sighed. He swallowed again, the soreness from the popcorn fading. Every move with the other man took courage, and he took at deep breath before he was able to reach for Quentin’s hand. “You already have.” He was sure that his cheeks had flushed as he spoke; he only hoped that the low light from the screen would hide any trace of it. With a squeeze of his fingers, he turned his gaze back to the television, very aware that he would be too focused on Quentin for the rest of the night to actually pay any attention to the storyline.
