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Last time...

"I also bought this," Link said, holding out a colourful hat to Sheik. "You can have it, if you like."

Sheik's eyes went wide. "Wow," he murmured. "A rasta hat. I don't have one of those!"

Link grinned widely. "I know. Do you like it?"

"Mhmm," Sheik answered, rushing over to the mirror and trying it on. "Well? How's it look?"

Link's breath caught in his throat, and he had to cough a few times before he answered. "It suits you."

Sheik chuckled softly. "Thanks, I think."

Link smiled. "Don't mention it."

The moment was cut short, however, by a loud grumble from Sheik's tummy. He turned towards Link, his red eyes half-lidded from obvious embarrassment, mumbling apologies.

"Hey, it's all right," Link laughed. "You wanna stay for dinner? I'll order takeout."

"Yeah, okay," Sheik agreed. "Got any beers?"

Link rolled his eyes, smirking. "You know where they are, go on."

Sheik rummaged around in Link's fridge, quickly locating the promised beers and grabbing two. He could hear Link in the living room as he placed their order, and smiled to himself, his thoughts full of big, impossibly blue eyes and wide grins. He'd had a massive crush on Link almost as long as they'd been neighbours.

His aunt often entertained, and her parties were very uptight, rigidly proper affairs that would put Sheik to sleep. When he and his aunt had moved from Kakariko, he began spending a lot of time over at Link's apartment and friendship quickly turned to unrequited love. Or so he thought, for what he failed to realise was that Link harboured similar feelings towards the red-eyed man.

"Hey Sheik?" Link called, and the man in question jumped, dropping the cans of beer he'd been holding to the floor with a dull clunk.

"WHAT?!" Sheik said, panting heavily. "Oh...you frightened me. I was lost in my thoughts and...well..." He trailed off, trying hard to catch his breath and still his poor, wildly-beating heart. Link chuckled softly, placing one soothing, sun-browned hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I understand," Link smiled ruefully. "It happens to the best of us. Anyway, I hope pizza is okay with you."

"Yeah, pizza sounds great," Sheik agreed. "Sorry about those beers, by the way. I doubt we can drink them now."

Link burst out laughing. "Silly. I do have others, you know. We can just put the fallen ones back in the fridge."

"Oh...uh...right," Sheik blushed, as he and Link reached for one of the fallen cans.

As their hands touched, Sheik felt a ripple of electricity flow through his blood, and he cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled his hand away. Suddenly, a loud knock at the door startled them from their thoughts, and Link ran for the door like a crazed...well...in years to come, Sheik would never be able to describe it.

"Hey Sheik," Link called. "Can you grab two plates?"

"Yeah, okay," he called back, going to the cabinet to grab them.

Link appeared in the doorway then, the pizza box in his arms, and Sheik's tummy made yet another noise of complaint. He chuckled, setting the box on the counter, and grabbed two beers.

"Help yourself," he smiled, leaning against the counter. "Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Sure," Sheik agreed. "What's on?"

Link shrugged. "I'm sure we'll find something."

Sheik blushed again, idly wondering if Link had planned this little rendezvous...but that couldn't be true, could it? Link was straight!