Doubts
Finny couldn't bring himself to look him in the eyes. The floor held his attention as his mind went into overdrive.
"I-I can't bear losing you as a friend… so… I want this now, but if it turns out that you're going to regret it, I'm terrified of what's going to happen between us…" he trailed off.
The older man looked down adoringly at the boy. "I know how you feel, kid, cause that's exactly what I've been thinking. But maybe… well, I have a feeling these thoughts are coming from us doubting each other, not ourselves."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm sure of myself, at least. I've just been worried about you and whether you'll regret it."
Finny calmed his shaking as Bard wrapped him safely in his strong arms. He breathed normally again, thinking about how true the older one's words were. "I feel the same way…"
Bard ran his fingers through silky blond locks. "It's gonna be okay. We'll make this work."
And they both believed it, as soft lips pressed against softer ones, and the night that had just become morning became a new start for the two of them.