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For once, Isa had allowed himself to indulge in Lea’s lazy leisure of simply watching the television on the sofa.
The latter was comfortably sprawled across his boyfriend: head on his shoulder, leg making a bridge to a pillow that had been discarded for optimum comfort— not even yet mentioning the arm wrapped around Isa’s body to anchor him closer. Less attention was on the disgruntled TV chef yelling at restaurant managers, and more on the gentle intimacy that had blossomed between them in this rare moment of relaxation.
Amongst the mostly tuned out aggravated voices, the softest “I love you, Isa” was mumbled. Though a verbal response took a while, there was some degree of physical affirmation through the slight shuffle closer that Isa granted his human-heater.
Most people would be deterred by Lea’s ridiculously high temperature output, but Isa was not ‘most people’. The warmth was just a reason to hold on tighter, to feel the unconditional care distributed by someone who was the sole guiding Light that dragged him back from the deepest deaths of Darkness.
“I love you too, Lea.”
Silence continued their time spent from then on. Nothing else really needed to be said, but the reminder of affection was always greatly appreciated, and that was gloriously evident by the cheesy smile on Lea’s face. His rosy cheeks, though obscured by Isa’s blue side-strands, pulled everything together.
Never could the two of them have ever imagined their future to be so peaceful. While in their childhoods Lea had raved of flashy cars, and Isa expecting an unremarkable life set-up, things had gone awry. That decade of being entangled in Xemnas’ schemes and their own failed plans was undoubtedly the worst point of their lives.
‘Point’ because barely anything changed until the last year or two. Shit hit the fan, especially between the two of them.
Reconciliation was a foreign concept.
But look at them now.
By this point, Lea was dozing off on Isa’s shoulder. Isa himself wasn’t thinking about ironing clothes or washing dishes (both of which were examples of chores that Lea completed beforehand in order to spend more time with his boyfriend).
Rain began to patter on the windows, lulling the two of them into a dreamlike state of contentedness. It was a rhythm that distracted them from even Roxas stumbling through the door with Xion’s hand in his own alongside Hayner and his group filing in.
It seems that they’d have to break the news of their latest munny hustle later.