"Ja'far stop hiding the vase," Sinbad yelled out to the other room pulling the small vase from under the bed. He brought it back out to the living room placing it back in it's place.

"It's ugly" Ja'far said curtly setting the table not bothering to look at the man. He'd expressed how he felt about it too many times to see it sitting there by the TV again. He was just going to find a better place to hide it this time. Ja'far didn't need to look back at Sinbad to know there was a pout on his lips.

"It was the first thing I bought for our new place and I like it." Ja'far paused holding a fork up turning towards Sinbad. He looked at the man disgusted. The multicolored vase with ugly flowers painted terribly across the surface. That paint fell off of every time you looked at it. The damn thing was the bane of Ja'far's existence.

"Of course you do," Ja'far muttered under his breath looking away from it. He hated that thing and he always had. His parents were coming over and he didn't want them to see that ugly thing. It's not like they would actually care, but he just didn't like it. He didn't want anyone seeing it. He'd tried so many times to throw it out, but Sinbad just kept bringing it back.

"Come on Ja'far it's the one thing I picked out by myself can't you at least pretend that you like it?" Ja'far wanted to pretend he didn't find the thing absolutely revolting but he couldn't help it. Sinbad had a horrible taste for interior decorating and Ja'far had gotten rid of nearly everything that man had gotten, besides for that vase. Everything was perfect, except for that damn thing.

"No, it doesn't match anything else. Can we just have one night that goes well? My parents already don't think very much of you, nor do they really approve of our relationship. I want everything perfect." It wasn't like they didn't love him. His parents thought of Ja'far as their perfect little angel. Which might be why he couldn't stand them being disappointed in him. It was hard enough on him to find out they didn't approve of Sinbad. Ja'far loved him so much and he just wanted his parents to be happy for them.

"That's just it Ja'far, everything has to be the way you want it. Sometimes I wonder if anything I do is good enough for you." Ja'far froze in place for a moment before turning to look at Sinbad. He didn't seem mad. Rather Ja'far could hear the sadness seeping though his words.

"How can you think that," He said softly taking a step towards the man.

"Well, every time I buy something you find some way to get rid of it and you're always trying to make everything perfect for your parents like it'll change how they see me. It won't Ja'far if they don't like me getting rid of this vase isn't going to change their minds. Why can't you just accept that? Do you really care that much?" Ja'far bit down on his lip tapping his finger on the counter for a moment. Of course he cared about what his parents thought. But he didn't think that's what Sinbad wanted to hear.

Sinbad let out a sigh shaking his head. "If you hate it so much then why don't you get rid of it like you do everything else? Clearly it'll impress your parents to see that you control both our lives, maybe next they'll want you to settle down with a woman and have children. You know live a normal life, and maybe you'll do it too. Why not, you do everything else they want you to do." Sinbad knew he shouldn't have been saying those things out loud but he couldn't keep his feelings to himself anymore. He constantly felt like he wasn't good enough to be with Ja'far.

Ja'far just stared at the man in disbelief. He opened his mouth trying to speak but only a small squeak came from him. It hurt to hear Sinbad say such things. Ja'far closed his mouth grinding his teeth trying not to cry. "You know what Sinbad," Ja'far nearly yelled grabbing the damn vase and throwing it at him. He was kind of glad it didn't actually hit him and smashed against the wall instead. At the same time he had really wanted to hit Sinbad in the face.

"If you really think that then why don't you just leave. You clearly can't see that I love you and yeah, I want everything to be perfect, because I want everyone to see how happy I am with you. I'm sorry if I care what my parents think of us. They're not conveniently dead like yours. How wonderful it must be not to worry about what your parents are always thinking about you and if they're content with your life choices." Ja'far covered his mouth the moment he stopped talking. He hadn't meant any of that.

"Sinbad I didn't-"

"Did you really just tell me that my parents death was a blessing? Ja'far you know what I went though after they died. You know it's part of the reason your parents don't like me. It's why I try so hard to keep them happy." He looked down at the shattered vase at his feet. "Ja'far if you can't accept anything that doesn't fit into your perfect little life then why do you keep me around? I'm anything but perfect. And this vase is me. I'm this odd thing that doesn't fit it with anything else."

"No, Sin that's not... I mean of course you don't fit in with anything else, but that's part of your appeal. I mean, I love you."

"If you love me so much when why did you throw a vase at me. The one thing that managed to survive through the years we've been together. The one thing I picked out. If you can't handle having a vase that your parents might not like, how are we going to last when they don't like me. When are you going to toss me aside Ja'far?"

Ja'far felt like his heart was breaking the more they fought. He was shaking afraid that the man was just going to walk out of his life and never come back. "Why the hell does it always have to come down to my parents. It's like you think they control my life." Ja'far's voice was barely above a whisper.

"They do control your life Ja'far! You change yourself at every little remark they make!"

"You know how much they mean to me!"

"Then why don't you just marry them instead of me!"

Ja'far paused staring at the man trying to register what he said. "What?"

Sinbad let out a long sigh looking away from the man. Ja'far watched him still in a panic his brow coming together when Sinbad didn't speak right away. He was still so afraid that the man was going to leave. Ja'far had no idea when their lives had come to this point, but he hated it. He didn't want to be at this point. He wanted to go back to the way things used to be.

"I was going to ask you to marry me tonight." Sinbad told him letting out a soft laugh. "I was going to hide the ring in the vase knowing you'd hide it in our room again." Ja'far looked down at the vase feeling like a monster. This wasn't how he wanted the evening to go. He stared down at his feet before walking forward careful not to step on any of the broken pieces of the vase.

"C-can I see the ring," Ja'far asked quietly taking Sinbad's hand.

"Do you really want to see it or are you going to try and kick me out again?" Sinbad pulled his hand away from Ja'far crossing his arms over his chest.

"I really want to see it and," Ja'far lifted his hands and dropped them against his legs again. "And, I'm sorry about the vase, we can go get a new one okay? One that you like and I won't hide it. It'll be our vase. My parents just make me so nervous, I really want them to like you because I love you so much and it hurts knowing they don't accept you. I don't care what they want from me, I just want them to be as happy as I am. They need to know that you're everything to me."

Sinbad offered Ja'far a soft smile taking his hand again and giving it a firm squeeze. "I know Ja'far, but I think I'm going to wait to show you the ring until your parents get here. I really want to see the look on their faces when I ask you to marry me, but you have to act surprised."

Ja'far laughed squeezing Sinbad's hand back. "I'd like that," Ja'far couldn't keep himself from smiling as he looked up at Sinbad. He took a sharp intake a breath tears coming to his eyes. "I love you Sin and I really can't wait to marry you." Ja'far let out a slight choked laugh wrapping his arms around Sinbad. He couldn't have expected the evening to go any better. It didn't matter anymore what his parents thought. Ja'far laced his fingers with Sinbad's standing on his toes to give him a kiss.