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David is panicking. He feels electricity rapidly coursing through his body, and enough oxygen definitely isn’t getting to his lungs.
What was he thinking? He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t open a whole store. He wasn’t cut out for this. His breaths are coming out ragged, he can feel his pulse spiking, and his heart feels like it is going to beat entirely out of his chest.
Suddenly, strong, capable hands come to rest on his shoulders and Patrick’s beautiful eyes come into focus and his soothing voice starts filtering in.
He’s trying to get David to match his breath and is murmuring to him to help him calm down. The fingers start to knead in, trying to ground him and it is absolutely working. Even if his focus is starting to veer in a very dangerous direction from what else those hands are capable of.
“Hey, David. Look at me. Breathe, David,” Patrick keeps saying, a little wrinkle of concern between his brows and it is so nice to have someone concerned for him. Truly worried about him. Another place he can’t afford his brain to go towards right now.
David’s breath whooshes out of him, finally catching up to speed and Patrick breathes too, laughing a little and giddy with relief.
Patrick catches his eyes again and says to him, so heartachingly earnest, “I believe in you.”
David doesn’t even think twice before leaning in for a kiss. Doesn’t think about how this isn't normal for them.
Patrick’s lips are frozen beneath him and now David can only think that he totally read that wrong and he’s going to kill Stevie, when suddenly one hand grips the back of his neck, and the lips become pliable and move against him.
Patrick keeps it short, but is clearly kissing him back, before he leans back.
“We are tabling that and visiting that later for sure, but David, we have a store to open,” Patrick says and his smile is open and warm and genuine and David isn’t even scared.
This is Patrick after all.
David nods wordlessly, for once not able to come up with a witty comment.
Later.