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[ McGillis has been trying for months to get Gaelio to talk marriage with him. But rather typical of the other man the moment the subject comes up he finds something else that needs his immediate attention or changes the subject. Over and over. To the point that McGillis gives up broaching the topic with Gaelio and goes straight to his father. Frankly it's not the way he would have wanted to do it ideally, but asking the parent's permission before proposing is still considered proper. It's just a bit less proper when the person in question has no idea of interest in the first place.

In any case, Lord Bauduin was amenable enough to the match if his son was. Of course no formalities could be discussed until Gaelio agreed and so, finally, it's come down to McGillis having to trap the man into the conversation he keeps avoiding like the plague.

This time, however, he believes he has an approach that will keep Gaelio form fleeing.

They're in the rose garden of the Bauduin estate, drinking tea and enjoying a brief moment of time off, just the two of them. It's a lovely setting, and suitably romantic, as far as it goes. The day is perfect, with the sun shining but not too hot, a light breeze smelling of roses and sea air, the sky a lovely blue with white clouds--picturesque and memorable.

And Gaelio is with him, talking about something or other. McGillis waits for a lull in the conversation, setting his tea down. Looks at Gaelio dead on as he announces: ]

I am currently in engagement negotiations. But I wanted your help. And advice, I suppose.

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[ Gaelio leans in too, but it's not conversationally. He really just wants to feel their shoulders touch, and he's giving him a small, playful smile. ]

What is it?

Hm, I'm wondering what an acceptable thank you might be.

[He leans closer, until his lips brush Gaelio's, he's in his face smiling.]

Something like this?

[ Wow, if he keeps this up Gaelio is going to believe that he's the only one McGillis is looking at— ]

Maybe. [ His head is tilting slightly, eyes falling closed. Just barely pushing into him. ] But you'd get bored if it was just this, so I'll have to be creative.

[He lifts the hand not holding Gaelio's and cups his cheek, murmuring softly.]

I could never get bored with you around.

[And closes the distance on the kiss, gentle and romantic and sweet, as much as he knows how to convey those things. Even if he can't feel them he can feign them, give an act convincing enough to satisfy Gaelio, and that's all that matters.]

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[ See, he's no masochist, a serene moment like this is absolutely what he believes to be the ideal right now. Telling him what he wants to hear and then giving him attention like this is absolutely the way to his heart—coupled with complete honesty and trust, of course.

Of course.

He's completely open and receptive to the kiss, only pulling back because, frankly, he's suddenly embarrassed about how easy he is with him. His reactions to most people offering him romance are varied between "no thank you" and "too busy with work" or even the rare "I'm not going on a date with you so you can get close to McGillis!!"

But it's not a bad thing, he thinks. Just kind of embarrassing.

So, he's sitting back and supressing the urge to rub his, now slight pink, cheeks. ]

[This is fine. Gaelio is happy, and even if McGillis isn't being honest with him that doesn't matter, as long as Gaelio is content. Isn't that how happiness works?

He squeezes Gaelio's hand and lets him lean back, settling next to him on the bench and looking up at the stars.

Mentally he's checking off what he thinks and has observed makes things romantic. He still needs to bring the flowers, and candles should be involved somehow. And more dancing in each other's arms most likely. But he'll get a better idea of what makes Gaelio happy the longer they're at this, so he can revise as they go.

Hm, how often should he romance Gaelio once they're married? Something big once a month and smaller things every week? What's the capacity that people need to still feel happy and valued, but doesn't intefere too much with work? He'll figure out that balance too.

He looks distant, lost in thought as they sit together in comfortable silence.]

[ Gaelio, on the other hand, isn't looking at anything romantic around them. He can look at that stuff whenever he wants to, and right now he doesn't want to. He wants to look at McGillis, the cut of his profile and the way the tiniest breezes lifts up soft-looking blonde hair.

This kind of thing isn't different from before, though. Gaelio's always looked at him like this, with a large mixture of pride and affection, underlined with just enough competitiveness to get people wondering if either one of them wanted to surpass the other. It sure isn't Gaelio, who is satisfied being on the same level, and still feels sometimes that he doesn't even manage that.

Time passes, and he's still just watching him. But then, a smile. ]

Your room has already been prepared for you. [ Well, it means it's been cleaned up suitable for a guest to move into, and (hopefully) adorn with their own things, anyway. ] If you don't feel like going home.

[He blinks back to reality, turns his attention to Gaelio and squeezes his hand. He frankly never feels like going home, so there's no reason at all to refuse that offer.]

I would like that.

[It's sincere. He would, in fact, like that.]

[ The hand thing isn't going to get old. Now he's using it to tug at McGillis while he stands up. Look, it doesn't even have to be absurdly late, Gaelio is just an early sleeper. ]

This is late for me, but I'll escort you if you don't want to stay out here for awhile longer. [ Since... their rooms are now beside each other. ] You have a balcony there too, though.

Aren't you a bit young to be such an early sleeper?

[He teases as he lets Gaelio haul him up. Of course in military service they both have to get up early. McGillis tends to push himself sleeplessly when he has a task at hand, but at the moment he has nothing to do but follow Gaelio to his new room.]

[ LOOK, MCGILLIS FAREED. Gaelio's waving his free hand in a half-shrug. ]

Ahh, but it's reasonable to go to sleep early if you want to wake up early! I don't want to waste any of my day, after all.

[ His defensiveness is also mostly a joke. Up the stairs they go, and he's casually saying farewell to a few people along the way. ]

What a hard worker.

[He teases gently, equally charming to the leaving guests before they make it upstairs.]

I'll see you first thing in the morning, I suppose?

[ If he slept in after mentioning how great it was to wake up early, Gaelio would probably die. ]

Of course.

[ And there, he's finally (regretfully) letting go of McGillis' hand as he leads him up to his new door. Then, he's jerking his thumb towards his own room. ]

You know where I'll be, if you need anything.

[ THERE ARE SERVANTS FOR THAT. ]

[He could say something really flirty but it might be a bit early in this for that, so he refrains, just smiling as he opens the door to his new room.]

Thank you, Gaelio. Good night.

[And perhaps it will be, since he'll be sleeping here. Which is a nice change in itself.]

[ Thank you for sparing him a night of tossing and turning in anticipation, McGillis??

Gaelio bids him goodnight, falls asleep reasonably quickly, and wakes up like an old man, at a nightmarish time of the morning. By the time that most of the household (excluding the servants with work at the same nightmarish hour) is waking up, Gaelio's already showered and dressed. Thankfully, it's his normal routine and isn't meant to impress McGillis, otherwise doing it every single day for the rest of his life would suck.

Speaking of sucking, fast forward a few months. Gaelio has been dutifully helping with planning his own wedding. He's stayed on Earth for the most part, like a good fiance. He hasn't run off to jump into his mobile suit to beat up some people, like a good fiance. And now, the date is almost here.

There was a small section of the schedule he'd come up with reserved for partying before the actual event. Bachelor parties, basically. The last chance to go wild before you're to settle down and have a nice family... or in their case, go back to work. Gaelio, for some reason, didn't want to be the one to say "Yeah go have a fun party, bang some hot chicks, get drunk, whatever!" to McGillis, so a few days prior he had someone else deliver the message for him, under the pretense of being too busy planning his own party.

Which is this. His house is completely empty, save for a couple guards outside, and he's sitting in the library with tea and a book.

Sure, he likes parties. Most of the time. He even has friends, how amazing. but he feels like he can do that any other time, and he really has no inclination to ever mess around with anyone (else). He's already reasoned with himself that he doesn't mind if McGillis does, but just as quickly as he's thought about it, he's decided to never ever actually consider it again.

Supposedly, he's throwing a big party at his house...! But it's incredibly easy to find out that he's actually just being a bum. ]

[Ah yes the big party literally everyone knows Gaelio isn't actually having. If McGillis hadn't tried to find out himself, several of Gaelio's friends and even Gallus approaching him concerned that Gaelio isn't arranging a bachelor party, and is he all right? Would have clued him in.

As for McGillis he doesn't have interest in casual affairs and he doesn't have friends to spend the time with anyway, so... He goes to check on Gaelio. The guards don't even blink aa he walks past, since now he technically lives here too, part time, and it only takes asking a maid where Gaelio is for McGillis to find his way to the library.

He stops in the doorway, crossing his arms and smiling wryly as he watches Gaelio sip his tea and read. He can't help but feel endeared. Gaelio tries to act cool but he's a serious and good person, a bit of a baby, McGillis knows that better than anyone.]

That must be a very good book.

[ He actually jumps a little, if only because he was fairly certain that nobody else would be bothering him for the night. Not that McGillis being there was bothering, but—he cuts himself off midway saying McGillis, then gives him an exasperated laugh. ]

Good enough to replace a party, I guess.

[ Pause. ]

Kind of a late start for you, isn't it?

Is it?

[Because he's walking in to sit across from Gaelio, settling in comfortably.]

I don't mean to interrupt your exciting reading plans. But if you don't object I think I may join you.

[ Gaelio watches him, eyes narrowed as he... well, he's trying to figure out why McGillis is here, without asking him. So he's studying him intently, then shrugging. ]

Hmm, even if this is supposed to be my private time? [ Following that is a laugh. ] I don't mind.

[He laughs softly.]

That's good, I didn't have anywhere else to go.

[He leans forward and snags a snack off the tea tray.]

I heard it was my best friend's bachelor party so I had to clear my evening.

[ There's a weird feeling that comes with McGillis' answer. Relief, Gaelio supposes. McGillis would rather spend time with him, and he's... so damned suave, this level of cool and charming shouldn't exist. Gaelio can manage charming, but his stupid sincerity comes before being cool!

Just add that to the giant list of "Things McGillis Fareed Is Good At" Gaelio has going on in his mind. ]

Ahh, of course. [ Didn't have anywhere else to go. Cute. ] I'm glad you could make it.

Don't let me interrupt your plans. I could use catching up on my reading as well.

[If Gaelio wants to stand the evening being quiet shut in nerds.. Well honestly McGillis likes that sort of thing. It sounds peaceful and nice?]

[ Gaelio's response is a hushed hum, and he does idly go back to reading.

It lasts the rest of the chapter and his cup of tea before he's marking his place and setting the book aside. ]

You really didn't need to come see me tonight, you know.

[He's procured himself a book and his own cup of tea by the time Gaelio has fished his chapter and he's settled in for what he presumes is going to be a very quiet night. So he only glances up when Gaelio breaks the silence.]

I wanted to.

[ How many books has he read where "warm, fuzzy feelings" have been a thing? How many times has he laughed at the very same sentence?

Gaelio is eating his own mocking now. ]

Then I'm glad you did. [ He's not exactly going to bother hiding it, apparently. If McGillis is being honest, then so will he!! ] I couldn't really see myself going wild anywhere without you, anyway.

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this got out of control, jesus

Gali is so cute??

shhhh

Protect his pure heart

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