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"What's got you so excited, my dark and stormy knight in shining armour?" Roman asked, coming up behind Virgil.
His boyfriend was in an uncharacteristically good mood - his smile so gorgeous that it was contagious. Virgil's hands were pressed up against the cool glass window, and he was staring out into the garden.
"It's raining," Virgil explained, not taking his eyes off of the clouds.
Ah, that made sense. Virgil loved the rain.
Roman's smile somehow widened even further, and he placed his hand on the small of Virgil's back.
"So it is. Would you like to go outside?"
Virgil gave him a confused look. "But we'll get wet."
"Astute observation, my love. Is that a problem?"
"We might get sick."
Roman shook his head. "Isn't adventure worth a little water? And, besides, a common cold is nothing to a dashing prince like me."
Virgil rolled his eyes, though it was unmistakably fond, and his smile ruined the effect. "It's our garden - hardly an adventure."
"Everyday's an adventure with you, my dear."
"Sap."
"You love me."
"I do," Virgil said. It came out a lot softer than probably intended, and Roman felt his heart melt in his chest.
He reached out and took Virgil's hand in his own, squeezing it affectionately, and gently tugging him in the direction of the door.
"Come on," Roman said. "If we wait too long, the storm shall pass."
Virgil pretended to think about it, though it was clear he'd already made up his mind.
"Alright, princey."