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Angus McDonald definitely doesn’t mean to get caught up in the spirit of Valentine’s Day. Normally, he hates it. It’s annoying, for one, all decorating shoeboxes in glitter and hearts to only get no cards or candy at all (stupid elementary school, it’s a great relief that he’s a seventh-grader now) and for another, it’s watching grown adults on the street shove their mouths together like one of them is off to war and it’s entirely too dramatic (Angus hates unquantifiable drama).
This year, though, the lead up to the love day from Hell is like a well-oiled machine; Angus gets dragged along to an amateurish winter light show because his uncle Kravitz can’t get out of babysitting, and with only a smidgen of guilt he exploits the fact that Kravitz’s friends have always had this weird compulsion to tell the kid all of their secrets, and by the end of the night he has gathered seven love confessions in his little palm.
He makes a chart, as he’s wont to do: any idiot miles away could guess that Sloane has a thing for Hurley, and the other way around, but love is blind, supposedly, and so they are misinterpreting their hand-holding and sitting on each other’s laps as platonic. Angus has never even had a crush, much less been in love, but he could jumpstart a relationship between those two with his eyes closed.
He anticipates the whole Magnus and Julia situation to be a little more challenging. Magnus is a real blockhead, as kind and lovable as he is, and there are only so many telling looks and pointed comments Julia can make. Angus calculates if he shoved them in a dark closet for about ten minutes, they’d be able to work it out--what, Angus isn’t a baby, he knows a shadowed enclosed space can work wonders for puppy love--and he jots this down next to their tiny stick-figure heads on his chart.
Now, Barry and Lup… a classic case of nerd boy/popular girl, Angus assesses with the solemnity of a person who could’ve coined the term. Not together yet, but had a drunken makeout once, ohshitmaybeishouldn’tbetellingakidthis, which he had gotten from Lup, and Barry had just blushed when Angus had mentioned her name to him. He needs a juice box to wash down the disgustingness of how into each other they are, but he pushes through, a valiant soldier, drawing hearts on their section of the chart and reminding himself to come back to that later.
And then there’s Taako and Uncle Kravitz. He hadn’t technically gotten a love confession from Kravitz--his existence around Taako is enough admission as it is--but he marked them down as a possibility anyway. Taako has a cool dude facade, one that Angus would very much like to break into pieces on this very Valentine’s Day, but he knows he will need the strength of three other relationship victories to do so.
“Angus McDonald, resident matchmaker,” he whispers to himself, holding up the beginnings of his new project. “Now that sounds good.”
♡
“You, uh, what?”
Angus rolls his eyes, staring up defiantly at Kravitz. “Sloane’s phone number, please. I need it.”
Kravitz adjusts his collar. “May I ask why?”
“You may, but I can’t tell you.” Angus doesn’t want to risk the magic of love by telling someone about his plan. Relationships are a testable science, but there’s still that element of singing birds and something special in the air that he has to appreciate, as immeasurable as it is. “Now, I’m not above pouting a bit if you don’t start giving me some numbers.”
Kravitz pulls out his phone, hesitantly, but he’d rather not experience the repercussions of a sullen nephew. “Uh, you ready?”
Angus poises his pencil over his notebook. “Proceed!”
He doesn’t need a babysitter, is what he tells his grandpa, but no one really ever listens to Angus, so he gets one in the form of his uncle. Kravitz gets paid well, and he doesn’t do much sitting as Angus prefers to be alone in his room or at the public library, but just as Angus is about to bound upstairs, eager to check SLOANE AND HURLEY 💗 off of his list by the end of the day, five out from Valentine’s, Kravitz says, “You wanna go to the park or something?”
Angus makes a face, which probably makes Kravitz feel bad, so he alters it quickly. “Um, later! Check back with me in,” he pauses, estimating--Sloane and Hurley today, Magnus and Julia by the weekend, Lup and Barry hopefully right after that, “four days!”
He doesn’t wait for Kravitz to be confused or answer before he’s heading to his room, nodding to himself. The grand finale! A Kravitz and Taako lovefest at the park! Which, you know, could end badly he supposes, but in theory it sounds great! He’ll make his pro and con list later.
Angus’s room has the only landline in the house, and there probably wouldn’t be a landline at all if he hadn’t insisted on that instead of a real cellular device. You can’t play games on a landline, and Angus doesn’t need to be distracted by the thrall of Candy Crush or whatever, which he’s seen the effects of because Taako has a certifiable phone addiction.
He punches Sloane’s number into the keypad, tapping his pencil through the dial tone, and then there’s a click and a, “ Hello? ”
“Hello! This is Angus McDonald.”
“Oh, Kravitz’s nephew, yeah! Wait, aren’t you, like, seven? Why are you calling me?”
“I’m twelve, actually. I just have a small frame.”
“Sorry.”
“And I’m calling you because of what you said to me during the light show!”
There’s an extended silence on the other end, and then Sloane speaks with a nervous note to her voice, “What did I say to you during the light show?”
“You know, about Hurley.”
Sloane laughs, seemingly relieved. “Oh, yeah, that! That’s funny. I did tell you I super like Hurley. I forgot.”
Angus McDonald, Boy Detective, shines through for a moment, suspicious of Sloane’s uneasiness, and makes a note to look into it later. “I have good news for you!”
“Hurley news?”
“She also has a crush. On you!”
“April fools isn’t for another couple of months. Also, prank calling is totally last decade, kid.”
Angus huffs. “This isn’t a joke. She really does like you, she told me herself.”
“How convenient of her. With Valentine’s Day so close, too.”
“Valentine’s Day is close, that’s why I’m telling you. I’m matchmaking all of Kravitz’s friends because they can’t seem to do it themselves.”
Another moment of quiet, and then some shuffling. “So, if you’re telling the truth…”
“I am.”
“I should be calling Hurley right now.”
“Ideally, yes.”
“This still feels like a prank.”
Angus rolls his eyes, even though Sloane can’t see him through the phone. “You think that kiss on the cheek she gave you before she left that night was just a friend being a friend?”
“Oh my God, have I just been stupid and blind this whole time?”
Angus resists saying yes, and instead just goes, “I’m going to hang up now. Call this number back after you guys talk!”
He sets the phone back on the cradle, and does an embarrassing little fist pump he would die if anyone saw. He figured that this would go smoothly, at least on his end, and so he’s not surprised when Sloane calls back fifteen minutes later, shouting through the phone.
“GUESS WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND FOR VALENTINE’S DAY!”
“Congratulations!”
“Kind of insane of me to trust something that this random kid told me, but it worked in my favor. We probably would’ve gotten there eventually.”
“Ha, maybe!”
“Who else are you matchmaking, now I’m mega curious.”
Angus guesses he can tell Sloane--his matchmaking charms have already worked for her. “Magnus and Julia, Lup and Barry, and if I’m feeling particularly ambitious, Taako and my uncle.”
“Man, our whole group is made up of lovebirds, huh? Well, maybe you can work your matchmaking magic this weekend! I’m throwing a silly little party at my apartment on Friday. It isn’t necessarily for Valentine’s Day, or a party, really, but your uncle is going, and Magnus and Julia! Lup and Barry too, I think.”
Angus has already decided not to go to adult events when he’s an adult, much less now when people think he’s fucking seven, but he’ll definitely be able to shove people into closets at a party! He resolves that it’s probably a good idea to attend.
“Count me in! Also, if you could provide age-appropriate refreshments, that would be much appreciated.”
“What do you mean, you aren’t going to be taking shots? ” Sloane laughs on the other end, and when Angus doesn’t partake, she coughs awkwardly. “Soda and juice. Noted.”
♡
“You, uh, what? ”
Angus wonders if he just talks very quietly. “I need you to take me to Sloane’s this weekend! You know, for her party!”
Kravitz holds his head in his hands like he has been dealing with a lot this week. “Angus, I know you’re mature for your age, but--”
“I need to go! It’s important !”
Many things in Angus’s life have gotten the “It’s important!” tag: his chemistry set, for one, was extremely important, even if no one believed it after there were a few fire mishaps; his Star Wars marathon every year, coupled with copious bags of potato chips, is still important; hell, even his fancy clicky pens he begged for for his birthday were deemed so so important!
But this party trumps all of that, and Angus doesn’t even really know why. Just that, if he succeeds in his cupid endeavor, he’ll have something to show for it forever and ever and he’ll be mentioned in wedding vows! If anything Taako says is true, being mentioned in wedding vows is the pinnacle of achievement.
“What could possibly be so important about this party that you’re asking me to risk my neck by bringing you?” Kravitz narrows his eyes at Angus, but he just looks tired.
“I’ll buy you a milkshake if you take me.” Ah, yes, sweet, sweet negotiation. Never mind that Angus only has about three dollars and fifty-seven cents to his name, in his piggy bank shaped like a spaceship.
His uncle purses his lips. “Are we talking shitty, Dairy Queen milkshake? Or--”
“Nope, real deal, diner milkshake. I’ll even throw some fries in.” Angus waves his hand flippantly, turning slowly on his heel. “If that doesn’t interest you, though, consider this conversation never had.”
Kravitz sighs the sigh of a defeated man. “The things I do for you.”
Angus grins.
♡
Sloane’s right, it isn’t much of a party as it is a large get-together, full of people Angus knows ranging from almost-friend to mild acquaintance. Newly coupled Sloane and Hurley, next task Magnus and Julia, future undertaking Lup and Barry, and others Angus recognizes from when Kravitz has hosted D&D at the house and people who he thinks are Taako’s coworkers. There are paper hearts attached to the walls and pink and white paper chain links hanging from the ceiling, and booze, yes, but also a tiny table full of non-alcoholic drinks labeled FOR ANGUS ONLY! It’s sweet, and when Kravitz sees it he ‘aww’s.
“You wanted to come because Sloane gives you special treatment.”
Angus shrugs. He’s so strangely giddy he’s afraid to open his mouth, afraid he’d give away his big plan.
Which can start as soon as he can figure out a way to subtly lead Magnus and Julia into the hall closet. They’re playing darts right now, Julia so obviously close, and Magnus is laughing at something she just said. If Angus doesn’t manage to get them together tonight, he’ll be very disappointed.
“Sup, little man!”
Taako has this knack for suddenly appearing out of nowhere, usually in a runway-worthy outfit, and tonight he’s dressed in an array of pinks. His blond hair is even streaked with a bright fuschia, and Angus sneaks a glance at Kravitz. His eyes are literal heart shapes, his mouth slightly agape, and there’s no way, with how he’s looking, that anyone would ever believe he’s not into Taako.
“And Krav, obvi.” Taako winks, which short-circuits Kravitz’s brain, most likely. “Did you hear the news?”
“What news?”
Taako leans down and taps Angus on the nose. “Sloane and Hurley got together a few days ago. The fates finally decided to finish their 100,000-word slow burn and get on with it already.”
Angus’s chest puffs up with pride. Sure, the fates had, like, 40% of it down, but the rest was all him! He’ll be damned if he doesn’t take quiet satisfaction from it, baby.
“Really?” Kravitz finally comes to his senses, and side-eyes Angus. “Out of the blue, just like that?”
Taako scoffs. “Out of the blue for them, maybe. I’m not fucking blind.”
“Well, that’s good for them!” Angus offers, shrugging for Kravitz’s sake. “It is the time for love!”
And that was the wrong thing to say because now Taako looks suspicious. “Since when does Angus ‘nerd detective’ McDonald pay attention to love shit?”
He shrugs again and slips away before either of them can say anything else. He’ll work on their happy ending later. For now, it’s Magnus and Julia time, and they’ve shifted away from darts and have started talking to Lucretia, who’s part of the D&D campaign Barry runs.
Perfect! Angus likes Lucretia, and he can recruit her help since she’s not a part of his matchmaking scheme. Her knowing about it and helping get Magnus and Julia alone won’t jinx anything!
“Hello!” Angus says cheerfully, walking up to their little group, and Magnus laughs and pulls him in for what Angus can anticipate is a noogie. He’s used to it--Magnus and Taako have both done their fair share of poking and prodding at him--and he just lets it happen, watching as Julia smiles crookedly and Lucretia’s eyebrows knit together in concern.
“What’s up, little dude?” Magnus finally pulls away, pinching Angus’s cheek, and Angus straightens himself out with no fuss.
“I was actually coming over to borrow Lucretia.”
“Me?” Lucretia’s concerned eyebrows turn into confused eyebrows. “Why?”
“Just come on!” Angus tugs at the hand that’s not clutching her cup, and leads her over to his designated drink table, where no one else is gathered.
“Secrets, secrets, are no fun!” Magnus calls after them, but clearly doesn’t care too much when he starts talking to someone else.
“Kravitz couldn’t get out of babysitting again?” Lucretia asks, in reference to why Angus is here, and Angus shakes his head.
“I was invited!”
“Oh?”
“It’s for my super confidential,” Angus lowers his voice, and Lucretia leans in to hear better, “matchmaking project. And I want you to help!”
“Matchmaking? Like, just random people off the street?”
Ugh, adults!
“No, not strangers. I got Sloane and Hurley together, and tonight I plan on doing the same with Magnus and Julia!”
Lucretia thinks on this, tapping a tune out on the plastic of her cup. “I mean, you definitely succeeded with Sloane and Hurley.” She points them out, sitting together on the couch, stealing kisses from each other in between talking to Killian and Carey, who are also a part of the D&D campaign. “How did you do that, by the way?”
“A simple phone call,” Angus answers, grinning. “It was super easy. And I know how to get Magnus and Julia together too, I just need help.”
“What’s your plan, exactly?” Lucretia narrows her eyes at him. “Is this going to get me in trouble?”
He scoffs. “What kind of trouble could a twelve-year-old get you in?” Angus isn’t aiming for this plan to go sideways. There will be no getting into trouble!
“Alright then,” Lucretia concedes, nodding. “What are we doing?”
They discuss in quiet tones, every now and then glancing towards an unexpecting Magnus and Julia. Their final scheme is pretty flimsy, Angus will admit, but Lucretia promises it’ll mostly work.
“Hey!” Lucretia calls, the two of them making their way towards Magnus and Julia once more. “Sloane apparently got presents for everyone, and she wants you two to help us pass them out.”
Magnus’s face lights up, ready for the task, but Julia looks slightly hesitant.
“Where are the presents?” she asks, and Angus points.
“She told us they were in the hall closet! C’mon.”
Lucretia leads, followed by Julia, then Magnus. Angus brings up the rear, clipping Magnus’s heels with every step.
“Damn, kid, you’re excited, I get it, calm down.” Magnus clears his throat, lifting a hand up to block Angus from hearing but talking in the same pitch. “Children, amirite?”
Julia turns her head to respond, and Lucretia throws open the closet door, moving quickly out of the way. With a hard shove, Angus sends Magnus off-kilter, who in turn tumbles into Julia, and they go careening into the dark space. Lucretia slams the door shut, gripping the doorknob and leaning all of her weight against it.
“Hey guys, what the hell?” comes Magnus’s muffled voice.
“Shit, Creesh, you nearly took my finger off.” That’s Julia, knocking on the other side. “Let us out?”
Lucretia looks to Angus, who plants his hands on his hips. “Nope! You can’t come out.”
Magnus laughs, but it’s wobbly and lacking humor. “Sloane’s closet is just full of towels, I think she was lying to you when she said she had the gifts in here.”
“There aren’t any gifts at all, Mag. We were duped,” Julia huffs.
“What? That’s not nice! ” Magnus tries the doorknob, tries shoving on the door, but Lucretia is stronger than she looks and she succeeds in keeping it closed.
“You can’t come out yet! You guys have to confess to each other!” Angus explains. He grins at Lucretia. This is going well!
“Confess?” Magnus sounds confused, but there’s a groan from Julia.
“Angus McDonald, you nuisance! ”
“You both have feelings for each other. You both told me during the light show. Now, Lucretia and I aren’t going to let you out until you’re in an official relationship!”
The other side of the door is quiet for a few moments, and then there is some hushed murmuring, and Lucretia steps away from the door, backing up a few paces but still staying close. She brushes some hair away from her forehead and smiles at Angus.
“Well, that went well enough! Let it be known: I am stronger than Magnus Burnsides.”
“Noted! And impressed!”
“Who else are you supposed to be matchmaking? Maybe we could make a night out of it.”
Angus takes out the mini composition notebook he has in his pocket at all times and shows it to Lucretia. “Lup and Barry are next. But I’m not sure how, yet.”
Lucretia looks over the notebook, with Angus’s scrawled notes. “Yeah, that’s a tough one. I’ve told both of them just to buck up and say something, but they’re both oblivious. Which is a trend among the group, apparently.”
“Forced proximity seems to be working.” Angus points at the closet, where Magnus and Julia are still muttering.
“I’m curious why you’re doing this, Angus,” Lucretia says, handing the notebook back with a gentleness Angus appreciates. “I mean, not that it’s a bad thing, but. Shouldn’t you be focusing on school? Or friends?”
Angus lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “School’s easy. And the only friends I have are all of my uncle’s friends. You guys!”
Lucretia smiles, but not like other adults smile, like they’re pitying him. Like she understands. “Looking out for all of us. Don’t want us to die sad and alone?”
“Something like that.” Angus pauses for a moment. “Also, the whole group is super annoying about romance. How can you stand all of them pining after each other all the time?”
She chuckles, rubbing at her neck. “I… actually do have a few bets going with Taako at the moment. One of which I think I’ll be winning in a few minutes.” A laugh, Magnus’s, deep and rumbling, comes from the closet. Angus considers it a checkmark on his chart.
“I won’t tell Taako you helped me with this one,” Angus says, holding out his hand for Lucretia to shake. “I think you technically cheated.”
“It would just be a taste of his own medicine.” Lucretia accepts his hand, shaking firmly. “Good work, team.”
“You know, I could matchmake you, if you wanted. Have a crush on anyone?”
Lucretia flushes, and Angus flips his notebook back open.
♡
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, Angus McDonald.”
Angus is at the kitchen table, completing some extra credit for science, and he looks up at Kravitz, whose arms are crossed.
“I’m up to my biology homework!”
Kravitz’s mouth quirks up. “Funny. I’m not talking about that.”
Angus figured he’d be outed eventually. Especially since--yay, it worked!--Magnus and Julia had reentered the party last night declaring they were officially dating. They probably told Kravitz it had been Angus who forced them to work it out and he put the not-very-difficult pieces together.
Still, he plays dumb. “What are you talking about, Uncle Kravitz?”
“This matchmaking business. Nice job on Magnus and Julia, by the way. Who helped you accost them?”
Angus slumps in his seat. “Lucretia,” he mumbles.
Kravitz looks surprised. “Really? Huh.”
Angus closes his binder solemnly. “It’s supposed to be a secret! That’s why I didn’t tell you before. I don’t want to jinx it.”
“But you told Lucretia…”
“She wasn’t on the chart!”
“Meaning?”
Angus sighs. “Hold on.” He runs to his room, snagging the chart off of his desk, and runs back downstairs, pushing the piece of paper into Kravitz’s hands.
He studies it for a moment, and then laughs, rubbing a hand down his face. “Why are there tiny versions of me and Taako on here?”
“Surprise park date…” It sounds a lot stupider saying it out loud.
“Surprise park date?”
“You like Taako! And he flirts with you all the time. You guys were going to be my matchmaking grand finale.”
Kravitz steeples his hands, putting his fingers to his mouth. “Hmm.”
“Don’t ‘hmm’ me! It’s true. Everyone is going to get a happily ever after this Valentine’s Day!”
“Angus. That’s sweet. But I just don’t know if--”
A knock at the front door interrupts him. Angus and Kravitz exchange a look, confused, before Kravitz stands and walks to the foyer. Angus can’t see from his spot at the table, but he can hear the door opening, and his uncle and another man talking, and then Kravitz is walking back into the kitchen, followed by Barry.
“Your services have been requested,” Kravitz tells Angus, and Barry grimaces when Angus’s eyebrows lift.
“Hey,” Barry says, voice shaky. “Heard you, uh… you’ve been playing Cupid?”
This is an interesting turn of events. Angus was still trying to figure out how the fuck he was going to set Lup and Barry up, and bing bang boom! One of them shows up, seeking him out specifically. He can tell Barry is uncomfortable, even as Kravitz moves around the kitchen to get him some water when he sits at the table.
“So--” Barry starts, but Angus holds up a hand, glancing at Kravitz.
“Please, could we get some privacy?”
Kravitz looks stunned for a moment, and then comes to his senses. “Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry. I’ll be… around.” He leaves the kitchen, and Angus turns his full attention to Barry.
“This is stupid, right? You’re a little kid.”
“This is about Lup?”
Barry chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah. Look, I know what you did for Sloane and Hurley and Magnus and Julia, and… shit. This is stupid.”
The chart is still sitting on the table, and Angus pushes it towards Barry. He picks it up, inspects it. “What’s this?”
“Like you said, I’ve been playing Cupid. You and Lup were next.”
There’s a laugh from beyond the kitchen, and Angus groans. “Uncle Kravitz!”
Kravitz peeks around the doorway. “I’m sorry! The way you said that, sounded like you were planning on murdering them or something.” A pause. “Can I please help?”
Angus sighs, waving him back in, and Kravitz takes his place leaning his hip on the side of the table. “How’re we doing this thing?”
“Yeah, how’re we doing this thing?” Barry repeats, looking anxious but hopeful for a creative answer, but Angus shrugs.
“Dunno.”
Barry pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “That’s helpful.”
“How do you think we should do this thing?”
There’s a moment of silence, and then, hesitantly, Barry says, “Flowers. Lots of flowers.”
“Good!” Angus pulls the chart back towards him, takes out his pencil, jotting down ‘flowers’ on the back. “What else?”
“Dinner, I think. Yeah. I can’t cook as well as she can, but I would cook for her, and we’d eat at my place.”
“With candles?” Kravitz suggests, and Angus nods, writing ‘dinner + candles’.
“And nice music. And maybe… ugh, this is dumb --”
“Nice music?” Angus encourages, and Barry covers his face with his hands.
“And we’d dance! I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like much, but how do you give the perfect girl a perfect date?”
“I think it’s nice,” Kravitz says.
“It is nice.” Angus taps the paper with the pencil. “This is the plan!”
Barry frowns. “It is?”
“Yep!” Angus doodles a heart next to the list. “Lup already likes you. She thinks you’re nice and funny and sweet. The plan is to be yourself, and give her flowers and make her dinner and dance with her.”
“A kiss probably wouldn’t hurt either.” Kravitz claps Barry on the shoulder. “That’s cute, Angus. It was the Barry inside him the whole time.”
Barry laughs wryly. “Funny stuff.”
Angus glances at the digital clock on the stove. “Wow! It only took us four and a half minutes to settle this whole thing. That’s a record.”
“You’re serious about this being the plan? You think this will work?”
“It will. I haven’t failed yet. You’re going to do this tomorrow, on Valentine’s day, alright?”
Barry nods. “Whatever you say. You’re the boss.”
♡
It’s Valentine’s Day afternoon, strangely warm for mid-February, and Angus has dragged Kravitz to the park. It was like pulling teeth if Angus is being honest, but this is the last bullet point to his matchmaking project and he’s going to succeed.
“At least it’s a nice day,” Kravitz says, eyes closed against the lowering sun. “I would hate to get rejected in inclement weather.”
Angus scuffs his shoe on the cement, glancing around. They’re the only ones here, but Taako should be showing up soon. Surprise park date! As much as Angus could make it a surprise. “He’s not going to reject you. What’s with all of the negativity?”
Kravitz looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Four out of four perfect couples is a little ambitious.”
“Valentine’s Day magic,” is all Angus says, and then he catches a glimpse of Taako making his way down the sidewalk. He’s not dressed as flashy as he was for Sloane’s party, but the pink is still in his hair.
“Creepy park hangout?” Taako comments when he’s closer, hands in the pockets of his jean jacket. “Agnes, for real, lose my number.”
“Thanks for coming,” Kravitz says, ever the gentleman, and Taako waves him off.
“It was either this or deal with Lup’s stress cleaning around the apartment. Barold finally asked her out, can you believe it? On Valentine’s Day, too, romantic sap.”
“I know,” Angus says, because they’re going to get to the point soon. “I kind of told him to.”
The corner of Taako’s mouth rises in a smirk. “Ohhh. I got it. Are you the one who’s been making me lose my bets against Lucretia?”
“Guilty.”
“You owe me a cool sixty bucks, then, kid.”
Angus doesn’t answer, instead just looks at Kravitz, and he coughs nervously.
“Yeah, he’s kind of been forcing everyone to come to terms with their feelings lately. Um, so.”
Taako laughs, but it’s lilting and kind. “No way are you confessing.”
“Well, I was before you decided to interrupt!”
Taako raises his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry! Go ahead.”
Kravitz sighs, and continues. “Taako. Ever since I met you--”
And Taako swoops him into a semi-awkward kiss, their teeth most definitely clashing uncomfortably, and Angus doesn’t know whether or not to clap or to grimace. He settles with looking up at the sky until they’re finished.
“What was that?” Kravitz asks, breathless, and Taako pats his cheek.
“You were droning on and on, it was getting boring--”
“I literally said six words --”
“Does this mean you’re together?” Angus interjects. Taako and Kravitz glance at each other.
“Well, I’m good for it if you are, handsome,” Taako says. Kravitz nods, a dazed grin passing over his mouth. “Are you happy, Angus?”
He nods, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Very! A productive holiday, if I do say so myself!”
“I’m not sure how you’re going to top this one… you better have some baller St. Patrick’s Day ideas.” Taako loops his arm through Kravitz’s and reaches out to ruffle Angus’s hair. “Although, I will say, with how prolific you’ve been, I was half expecting some fireworks, little man.”
Angus smiles. “Next time.”