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And when your perfume stuns me again,
under the moonlight’s glow,
I’ll spoil it all, as I always do,
with a foolish line,
something like “I love you.”
I love you.
Marvin was confused. He had been doing everything he could to make Whizzer feel loved, yet Whizzer seemed to grow more distant and irritable with each passing day.
He couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong. Lately, he had been the best version of himself—or so he thought.
So why had Whizzer started avoiding him?
And why had he set up a meeting at his place for a specific day and time, nearly a week in advance? They had gotten used to visiting each other unannounced, so this sudden formality felt… strange.
It gnawed at Marvin.
When he woke up that Saturday and realized there were still eight hours until the meeting, his anxiety spiraled.
What could it possibly be about?
One thought loomed large in his mind: a breakup.
Maybe Whizzer had finally realized that Marvin hadn’t changed enough. Maybe he’d decided Marvin wasn’t good enough for him after all.
Marvin spent the morning pacing around his apartment, alternating between overanalyzing every recent interaction and trying to convince himself that he was overreacting.
He cleaned his entire living space—twice—just to keep his hands busy. He tried reading, but his mind wouldn’t stop spinning long enough to focus on the words. He thought about calling Cordelia or Charlotte for advice, but he didn’t want to admit how much this was bothering him.
By the time there was only an hour left until the meeting, he had exhausted every distraction. He sat on the couch, staring at his phone, debating whether he should text Whizzer to ask what this was about.
But then his rational side kicked in. If it were really that bad, Whizzer would’ve just said it outright, wouldn’t he? He wasn’t the type to drag things out unnecessarily.
Right?
The clock ticked closer to the meeting time, and Marvin finally decided he couldn’t walk into this blind. He sent a quick text.
“Hey, just checking—are we okay?”
The three dots indicating Whizzer was typing appeared almost immediately, but they lingered for far too long. When the message finally came through, it was maddeningly brief:
“We’ll talk when you get here.”
That did nothing to calm Marvin’s nerves.
By the time he arrived at Whizzer’s apartment, he felt like his heart might pound out of his chest. Whizzer opened the door almost as soon as Marvin knocked. He looked… tired. Not just physically, but emotionally.
“Come in,” Whizzer said, stepping aside.
Marvin followed him into the living room, where the coffee table was set with two mugs and a plate of cookies. The whole setup felt strangely domestic, almost out of place given the thick tension hanging in the air.
Marvin sat down cautiously, clasping his hands tightly in his lap. “So… what’s going on?”
Whizzer didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, he stood in front of Marvin, his face a mixture of stress and hesitation. He didn’t look angry—just... conflicted.
Marvin’s gaze flickered up to meet Whizzer’s, but it didn’t stay there long. He found himself studying the little details instead. The slight crease of Whizzer’s brows. The faint wrinkle near the corner of his eye that only appeared when he was deep in thought. The way his lips, usually curved into a teasing smile, looked soft and bitten, as though he’d been chewing on them out of nervousness.
And his outfit—simple, perfectly tailored as always.
Then there was the scent. Subtle but distinct, familiar. Marvin recognized it instantly: the cologne he’d given Whizzer on Valentine’s Day. The one Whizzer had mentioned wanting but hadn’t been able to find anywhere.
His hair looked softer, too, as though he’d taken extra care with it.
Marvin’s heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, all the worry he’d been carrying—about potential breakups or fights—melted away. Whizzer wasn’t here to end things. That much Marvin was certain of now.
Then, as if on cue, the lights flickered and went out completely. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the silvery light of the moon spilling through the window.
Marvin’s breath hitched as the moonlight bathed one side of Whizzer’s face, highlighting his cheekbones and jawline, the gentle slope of his nose. It made him look almost ethereal, like a scene from a dream.
Marvin’s chest tightened.
He loved looking at Whizzer—memorizing every curve, every shadow, every imperfection that made him perfect.
He loved waking up next to that face, tracing the lines of it with his fingers in the early morning light.
He loved kissing those lips, tasting the remnants of Whizzer’s toothpaste or late-night snacks.
He loved staring into those eyes, seeing mischief, tenderness, and something that Marvin could only describe as home.
He loved holding Whizzer’s hands—always moisturized, always warm, always gentle.
He loved touching that body, feeling it pressed against his own in moments of quiet intimacy.
He loved the warmth in his chest when Whizzer curled into him at night, seeking comfort and closeness.
He loved… him.
There it was. No overthinking, no second-guessing. Just the truth.
He loved Whizzer. Completely.
And when Marvin decided it was high time to address those words, his voice merged with Whizzer’s.
“I love you.”
“You can’t just die.”
For a few seconds, they both stood frozen, before simultaneously muttering, “What?”
Whizzer looked at Marvin, his expression the most confused Marvin had ever seen him. “You... what? You’re not saying this just because you’re sick, are you?”
Marvin blinked, trying to process what he had just heard. “Whizzer, what? Sick? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Whizzer’s face was a picture of confusion, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been acting lately like you… like you’re trying to make the best of your last days or something. I did some research, and everything just seemed to fit. I thought you had brain cancer.”
Marvin stared at him, eyes wide. For a moment, he was too stunned to react.
Then, suddenly, he laughed—loud and incredulous. But he stopped almost immediately, realizing the gravity of the situation.
He stood up, walked over to Whizzer, and took his hands in his own, his expression now serious, his gaze steady.
“I’m not dying,” Marvin said firmly.
“But… your headaches… and you’ve been so sweet lately… there has to be a reason for it,” Whizzer stammered, still not fully believing him.
“I had a rough time at work,” Marvin explained. “I got migraines. And I… I acted like this because I didn’t know how to say it. To say that…”
Whizzer’s eyes widened again, his mouth barely moving. “You love me?”
Marvin nodded, his voice quieter this time, almost uncertain. “Yes.”
Whizzer’s breath caught in his throat. “Damn.”
Marvin hesitated, his gaze softening as he gave Whizzer’s hands a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to say it back, if you’re not ready. I just… I wanted you to know.”
“Oh… Marv…” Whizzer chuckled softly, his voice filled with a mix of relief and affection. “I do love you.”
The words felt like a balm to Marvin, easing the tension he hadn’t realized he was holding in his chest. Before he could respond, Whizzer stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. Marvin could feel Whizzer’s heart beating against his own, steady and sure.
For a moment, they just stood there, holding each other. The constant worry that had been weighing on Whizzer vanished in an instant, replaced by a comforting certainty. Marvin wasn’t sick, wasn’t dying, wasn’t leaving him.
Now, it was just the two of them.
Two of them in love.
“You know…” Marvin started when they pulled apart “You didn’t have to be that dramatic, Whizz.”
“I had to Or else I wouldn’t be me”
“Oh yeah, right.”
From that point they both couldn’t go a day without confessing their feelings.
Everything was an occasion to say it.
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“Marvin. I want to move in with you”
“I want it more” Marvin joked.
“You’re stupid. I love you”
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“Those look heavy, need help with them?”
“No. I am an adult man and I can carry my boxes myself. But thank you, I love you”
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“Marvin Cohen if you don’t change right now I am not going to go with you anywhere ”
“Whizz, you said some other day that those are the best clothes in my closet”
“You are lucky that I love you.”
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“Whizz… everything’s going to be okay. We’ll make it. Together.”
“But…but…”
“Shhh… I love you”
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“I might want to adopt Jason.”
“Whizzer…that’s amazing… I’m sure Jason would like that”
“I know. I love him. And I love you.”