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Toby sat back in his bed, softly smiling. Him and William were, dating? He hoped that was the word. Nevertheless, the mere thought of it made him all giddy and he loved the feeling.
How did neither of them realize this sooner? The way Toby talked about Wil, to anyone, was so obvious. No one said anything about how the words seeped out of his mouth like fresh honey, every breath used to compliment the boy he had known for most of his life. Yet Toby insisted he was just a friend.
Yeah, right.
Looking back on it, he laughed. No wonder the “friendship” that he and Wil had had felt so different than any of the other people he considered friends. He wanted more, and now that he finally had that, he felt at ease.
Now he had the question of figuring out what the hell people do as boyfriends.
He wasn’t sure what Wil was up for, hell even Toby himself didn’t know what he wanted out of this.
He guessed he just wanted the care, the being important to someone. He thought he could find it in so many other people, he tried finding it in everyone he met. It just never really stuck until William.
And maybe that was just a romantic thing. Toby had only learned about the word a few days ago but it all makes sense. That’s why it hurt so bad when Wil left in the first place, the person who he loved more than anything in the world just, was gone.
But he couldn’t let himself blame William any more for it. He had a good reason, and now that was so far in their past. All they can do is move forward, as lovers now.
And to show how much he cared, Toby decided to do what he and Wil did best.
Dear William, my prince,
Yeah sure, you’re the prince of the spirit world, yada yada yada, but now do I have the permission to call you my prince?
I better, because I’m going to do it anyway.
You know, everything I’ve ever thought about you since we met makes sense now. As awful as this sounds, I genuinely don’t think I would have come after you if I didn’t love you as much as I do.
I hope we continue this letter thing. As we both have learned, we both suck at spilling our feelings in normal conversations. Everything comes out so much easier in writing. And I know no matter what I will continue to write you letters until the end of time, or until I... you know.
We just have to live every moment now though, right? Spend as much time together, and just be us I suppose. Maybe I should come over and formally meet Viro and Vesper now. They ought to get to know their son/brother's new boyfriend, right?
I love you so much William, please never forget that
Yours forever and always,
Toby