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“So, the positron hey? You must be awfully proud of yourself for that,” Oppenheimer grinned. Dirac looked away shyly.
“I suppose,” he muttered. His hand gently brushed across Oppenheimer’s. Nothing romantic, of course. Just something he always did. Robert smiled softly once again. His eyes were gentle, kind and slightly sympathetic.
“You should be proud, you know? You predicted that! That is incredible - no need to be modest,” Oppenheimer said, though he knew his friend couldn’t exactly help his demeanour. Some would describe Dirac as aloof and detached but Oppenheimer knew that Dirac felt a lot; he just struggled to show it.
“Thank you, Oppie,”
Dirac, Heisenberg and Oppenheimer were walking across an empty German forest. Robert was on vacation in Germany to see Dirac, whom he had missed dearly. But of course, he also wanted to check on Heisenberg. He and Dirac were perfect for each other, he thought. Like a positron and an electron, appropriately enough. They walked across the wintery ground, which was coarse with podzol. Heisenberg was trailing behind - he loved undisturbed walks across the forest floor. This was unchangeable, even if Oppenheimer was there.
“How’s your Werner? Still treating you right, I gather,” Robert whispered, a glint in his eyes because he already knew the answer. That got Dirac going.
“Oh, he’s- he’s just perfect. I adore him. I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone, let alone someone as perfect as he,” Dirac gushed.
Oppenheimer was happy. So, so happy. Dirac had confided in him his fears of never finding love. He loved Oppenheimer, of course he did, but he wanted someone he could love in a romantic context and someone who he could talk to when Robert left for Berkeley. Dirac thought he would never find a friend like Oppenheimer, let alone a partner like Werner.
“He is wonderful. His hair gets all messy in the morning and his eyes are so beautifully deep. His smile makes my heart stop,” Dirac began, animatedly. Heisenberg began to pace up, wanting to hear what Dirac was saying. Clearly he was happy about something. He beamed feverishly and he felt his cheeks go red when he realised Paul was talking about him. Very loudly. Paul was always the most oblivious at the worst of times.
“His face is perpetually red. I am yet to find out why. It makes him look nice though. Really accentuates hi-“
Before Dirac could finish his sentence, he could feel someone grip his hand and kiss his cheek. He smiled, satisfied yet embarrassed when he realised Heisenberg had been listening. Werner pulled Paul into his arms, kissing him senseless. He was so, so grateful there was nobody else there.
“Hi, Werner,” Dirac whispered, his cheeks blushing as Werner held his face with one hand and used his other to stroke Paul’s nose.
“Hello, my sweet Dirac,”
Werner gripped Paul’s hand tighter and began walking with him and Oppenheimer, acting like nothing ever happened. He loved listening to Dirac talk about him like that - it just reaffirmed Heisenberg’s strong feelings of affection towards Paul. Robert just watched, his chest so very warm at the sight of the man whom he used to be up all night comforting finally, finally feeling safe.
“I suppose that answers my question then, Paul,”