Guykyle 13 bich
“How can anyone not be afraid of love?”
Guy always has the worst realizations when he thinks he might die.
A peaceful negotiation had gone bad in a matter of seconds. One minute The Corps had been discussing a treaty with a local sector, and the next, they were under fire from the very people who had asked for a truce. They tried to retreat, but the doors had been sealed.
Amidst the chaos, Guy dragged Kyle into the closest thing to a closet he could find. They’d hide it out, plan their breakout once John gave the signal to regroup. And now, pressed together in the dark unfamiliarity of an alien closet, it comes to Guy. They could really die here. He doesn’t consider his mortality often, but now it’s all he can think of. He could die and all the things he’s never said will stay unsaid.
“Kyle,” Guy whispers. “I love you.”
Dark eyes whip up to meet his; Kyle’s face is marred with confusion and something else Guy is struggling to place.
“Why would you tell me that now, when we might not even make it out of here alive?” Kyle says quietly, after what feels like an eternity.
Guy shrugs. “If we die, shouldn’t I at least let you know? No one said you had ta’ feel the same, I just… I wanted to say it at least once.”
“Guy, I… I do feel the same. And that terrifies me.”
Guy’s face softens. He takes Kyle’s hand in his, brushing his knuckles with his thumb.
“It scares you?”
Kyle lets out a shaky exhale. “How can anyone not be afraid of love? Everyone I’ve loved like this I’ve, I’ve lost. It hasn’t been that long since love within the Corps was banned.”
“You know what they never did ban? Two partners havin’ dinner together after nearly dyin’ at a peace negotiation.” Guy smirks.
“…What?” Kyle stares at him as if he’s grown two heads.
“Have dinner with me. That’s all I’m sayin’. Anything else we can decide later.”
“Guy…” Kyle begins, unsure. He mulls it over and Guy starts to wonder if maybe this was a bad idea after all.
“Okay.”
