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“We should go,” Baz says, fidgeting in his seat in the waiting room. “I don’t even know why I’m here; there’s probably nothing wrong with me, anyway.”
Simon places his hand over Baz’s, on the armrest between them, to keep Baz from getting up. “It’s just a blood test,” he says reassuringly. “I know you hate needles, but nothing bad is gonna happen.”
“Right,” Baz scoffs. “Unless it takes fourteen jabs for them to find a vein, this time, and I get a giant bruise on my arm.”
“I mean, it’s not ideal,” Simon says as he picks up Baz’s hand and wraps his own around it, “but it’s also not the end of the world.”
“It could be.”
“Look, it’ll be over quickly, and then we can go home, and I’ll make you tea all afternoon—I even said I’d watch the BBC Pride and Prejudice with you again, yeah?”
Baz turns to Simon, scowling. “Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“And you’ll make all the tea, right? Not just the first batch, and then I have to do the rest?”
“I will personally make every single pot of it.”
“Pot?” Baz asks, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips, though his nerves keep it from fully emerging. “I assumed you were just going to throw a teabag in a mug and call it a day.”
Simon smiles more broadly and gives Baz’s hand a squeeze. “Only the best for you, darling,” he says, and gently presses his lips to the back of Baz’s hand.
Baz closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath to calm himself. “Fine. I just want to get this over with,” he says, right before the receptionist calls his name.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Simon asks, standing as well, but Baz shakes his head.
“I can do this,” he says, and gives Simon’s hand a squeeze in return. He leans in to add, “But, you will watch the entire miniseries with me, and you will not do your Mrs. Bennett impression. Got it?”
Simon grins at him. “I never said that.”