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Kid presses his lips to Black Star’s, and they’re already cold.
Kid wakes up with a start. He gets ready in a rush, and while he tries to shake the dream, the only word in his head is enough .
Enough , he thinks, as he straightens his collar and looks in the mirror.
Enough , he thinks, as he fishes his keys out of the bowl and steps out the door.
Enough , he thinks, pulling his coat tight around him to shield from the wind and ducking through the doorway of the bakery Patty works at.
He gets coffee and a few pastries, thinking food might make it easier (read: less of an awkward hell-hole) to talk to Black Star. Knowing himself, though, he figures he’ll probably either leave them on the doorstep, abandoning his mission, or avoid the conversation entirely and make up some transparent excuse for the visit.
He’s shaking when he finally arrives, hesitating only briefly before placing his bag on the ground and raising his now-free hand to knock once, twice, three times, and then Black Star’s opening the door and his words die on his tongue.
“Hey,” says the other meister, rubbing sleep from his eyes and stifling a yawn.
“Hey,” Kid breathes in response, but he means “Enough”, and this wasn’t his intention, but in the next second he’s leaning forward to close the gap.
Black Star freezes at first, and Kid’s about to pull away when he responds, earnestly, threading one hand into Kid’s hair while the other pulls at his shoulder. He takes a step forward, then another, until Kid’s back hits the other side of the hallway.
When it’s over, Black Star rests his forehead against Kid’s, both breathing hard, and after a moment he lets out a giggle, and soon they’re both laughing, a loud, unapologetic thing that echoes off the flaking walls and wraps itself back around them.
“Um,” Black Star starts when the air becomes too thick. “Did you, like, maybe wanna come inside?”
Kid shifts his gaze to the carpet before sliding out from against the wall. He misses the warmth immediately. “Yeah,” he says, picking up his bakery bag and gesturing towards it, trying to ignore the way his empty coffee cup lies forgotten on the ground.
Black Star’s eyes widen. “Dude! You brought me food?” He snatches the cup up and grabs Kid’s hand, pulling him inside and letting the door swing closed as he heads for the kitchen. He tosses the cup in the trash bin and begins to dig through the bag of pastries.
Kid glances around the apartment. The paint he’d helped with is chipped on the far wall, and he feels compelled to ask how it happened.
“Okay, so long story short, it’s hard to do backflips indoors.” Kid snickers at that, and Black Star steals a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, grinning.
Unearthing a maple walnut scone from the bottom of the bag, Black Star exclaims, “Aw hell yeah!” Stuffing it into his mouth, he continues, “If I knew all I had to do to get free food was make out with you, well.... Buddy, you woulda been getting some.”
Kid coughs at that, but smiles nonetheless, and decides the bakery’ll have to become a daily stop. They make plans for the next day, the conversation interspersed with, well, and it’s new, but it’s nice.
It’s enough.