Hey all!

This is a new two, possibly threeshot. I love this couple and couldn't wait for them to (hopefully) get together, so I needed to put it on paper to alleviate some of the impatience! I hope you enjoy. Hopefully this gets some love. I already have the second chapter mostly ready!

Enjoy!

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Kit found Ty in the library. He'd wandered through the whole house "looking" for him (he knew where he'd be, just refused to admit it aloud; he was nervous). He hung back in the doorway, assessing the mood in the room. His stomach was a knot of nerves; nerves that he didn't want to let on to Ty, lest he confuse him further. Ty was perched in his chair, feet planted near the front and knees near his face. He only sat like this when others weren't around, having been informed that he should not put his feet on chairs; that it was not socially appropriate. Kit didn't bother him with trivial things like social propriety. He would only inform Ty when asked directly if there was something he was doing "wrong" (Kit constantly told Ty that it wasn't wrong, it was just different).

Since Livvy's death, Ty was even more quiet and subdued. Part of him was missing. Kit felt the ache of missing her every day, too. They all did; her laugh, her smile, and the lightness that she brought into any room. Sometimes when Ty was in a particularly dour mood, Kit would swear he could see the sway of her dark brown hair disappearing around corners in the institute. Everything was gray on those days.

The library didn't look gray today, though. Kit could tell by the curve of Ty's shoulders that today was a good day; the grief hadn't crushed him yet. Those days were getting fewer and fewer as time went on, which was both good and bad, in Kit's opinion. They all needed to move on, but it still felt like a betrayal. Like they were abandoning her memory, leaving her. He knew that she would want them to be happy though, so he chanted that to himself as he slowly trudged across the floor, dragging his feet.

Ty hadn't heard him yet, his headphones were secured around his ears, his buffer between himself and the cacophony of the world set firmly in place. That didn't rule out the possibility that he knew Kit was there though; after years of drowning out the noise of the world, he'd gotten quite good with the rest of his senses. He was concentrating on the text open on the table between the bends in his knees. Kit wasn't sure, but he was willing to bet that Ty was rereading Sherlock Holmes novels (possibly in order) again for probably (and this was his best estimate) the eighth time; he'd have to remember to ask.

If he ever speaks to you again, his brain supplied helpfully.

Kit dropped lightly into the chair across from Ty, leaning back in the chair, a friendly distance away. He didn't want to sit too close or else he might get distracted by the curve of his cheek, the sun in his eyelashes.

God you're such a girl, Kit. His brain, again very helpful.

Kit could tell that he knew he was there. Ty shifted his position ever so slightly forward, drawing toward him. He didn't look up from his book. He probably didn't know that Kit wanted to speak with him.

Kit took a deep, trembling breath, steeled himself, and reached forward to tap the book within Ty's line of sight. He wiped all emotions from his face and voice, knowing that the best way he could get Ty to understand was through fact and explanation, not emotion.

Ty's eyes drew up at a measured pace and locked with Kit's. Kit's breath inadvertently stuttered, and he had to manually even it out again, though his heart still kick-started into overdrive.

Ty pushed his headphones down around his neck, saying nothing, not feeling pressure to start the conversation himself. Kit knew he would have to start.

"I—", his voice was raspy so he had to clear his throat and start again, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay." Ty said, unbothered. He hadn't picked up on the serious tone in Kit's voice or the ominous words.

Kit took another deep breath, he wanted to start with the basics and explain as Ty needed. "Okay. I've known this for a long time and thought that I should tell you, because it isn't fair not to."

Already, Ty's brow twitched in minor confusion, but Kit wasn't worried. Though he didn't understand social cues, Ty was the smartest person Kit had ever met. That's part of the reason they were here in the first place.

"Okay." Ty said again, a little more slowly than before.

Kit's chest went cold and he sucked in another silent, panicked breath. Here goes nothing, "Okay. I have feelings for you."

Ty's eyebrows wobbled in utter confusion this time, "You have feelings for me? What do you mean by feelings? That could mean anything."

Kit nodded, recognizing that this statement would seem dubious to Ty's analytical brain. "I like you."

Ty looked even more confused, "I know that. That's why we're friends, right? You like me and I like you."

Kit mentally shook his head at himself. He was usually much better at explaining himself to Ty than this. He was just extremely nervous. Get it together, Kit.

"Not like that. What I mean when I say I have feelings for you is that I have romantic feelings for you. And when I said that I like you, I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

Ty's eyebrows, the most expressive part of him, lowered slightly, but still had a confused tilt to them, "Romantic feelings for me? Like… Magnus and Alec?"

Kit nodded, "Yeah, like Magnus and Alec. I'd like to be in a relationship with you, one day."

Ty still looked confused, but he didn't look disgusted or perturbed, so Kit held onto his small victories.

They lapsed into silence while Ty thought over everything that Kit had said. Kit's breath stuttered in and out of his lungs unevenly and he felt a bit lightheaded, but he kept his face as blank as he could. Much as he wanted Ty to say something, anything, he didn't want to rush him, or influence him in any way. Because if Ty had any feelings for him at all, he needed to figure that out himself.

Kit could hear the clock ticking extremely loudly, and unconsciously started to count.

After 643 ticks, Ty looked into Kit's eyes again, "Why?"

Kit spluttered. He hadn't been expecting that, "Why what? Why do boys like boys?"

"No," Ty replied calmly, "Why do you have romantic feelings for me?"

His eyes were flat, only marginally curious. There were no emotional components to this question. He was not insecure; he just didn't understand.

Kit thought for a moment, deciding the best way to tell him. "Because you make me happy. Because I want to make you happy. You are the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about at night. I am physically attracted to you. I—"

"Physically attracted to me?" This time there was a little alarm in his voice, and Kit started to mentally panic. He unconsciously leaned forward and placed his hands on Ty's, rubbing in firm circles to keep him grounded.

"Yes. I find you attractive. I would like to visit the possibility of a physical relationship with you in the future, if you wanted that, too."

Ty calmed at that, but still didn't seem completely comforted.

Kit continued, "I don't want to put my feelings off on you or pressure you. I just wanted to tell you. I would like for you to think about it, if that's alright. I want to know if you do have or could have any feelings for me too, or if I should move on."

Ty's eyebrows danced in confusion again, "I don't—how can…? I don't know how I feel. I don't want you to be disappointed."

Kit's heart warmed, "Don't worry about me. I knew that telling you all of this was a risk, and that you might not return my feelings. That's okay. I'm not going to be upset at you if you don't feel the same."

Ty nodded, still thinking.

They lapsed into silence for a little longer before Kit inched forward in his seat, beginning to stand. Ty's eyes snapped to him, and followed his movements. Once Kit reached his full height he said, "Okay. I'm going to go train and then get some food. Would you like to join me, or do you want to sit and think a while? Take as much time as you need, but don't feel like you can't talk to me about other things, okay?"

Ty nodded, "Okay. I think I'll stay in here a while."

Kit flashed him a smile, "Okay. See you later."

Ty's lips curled into the barest hint of a smile, "Later."