What They Are Made Of
"The cuff links! Have you seen them?" Feliks asked as soon as he burst into the house. Toris was sitting in front of the computer again, for whatever reason, but he looked up as soon as Feliks came in.
"The gold ones?"
"Yeah, the gold ones," Feliks nodded.
"On top of the jar next to the left side of the couch."
Immediately Feliks felt relaxed. "Oh, you are totally a life saver," he smiled at Toris before rushing off to grab them. He found them where Toris had said they would be, picking them up before finally slowing up slightly.
My poor nervous Toris.
Feliks was not an idiot. He had seen it in the past couple days. Toris was nervous. He knew why too. It was this new aspect of their relationship. Feliks knew it was not his own fault, it was not Toris' fault either. Well, a little.
Up to this point Toris had only been out with those horrible men and women. Those abusive assholes that Feliks would have beat into oblivion if Toris had ever given him their entire names. And after that one guy a few years back when Toris was in college... yeah, Feliks knew how that would totally screw up everything to come after.
He would be patient though. Toris had managed to open himself up enough to tell Feliks his feelings, so Feliks could be patient and slowly work through all of those barriers that Toris did not even know he had put up. It would be worth it. Not just for being his boyfriend, it would be worth it because Toris was his best friend. Whatever came after this, if he could help him out if just a little bit with this, even if it did not work out like this...
Not that Feliks liked to think it would not work out while he was in a relationship, but he was not an idiot. That was what dating was all about, a test drive for the long haul. Have fun in the meantime. That sort of thing.
Reentering the other room, Feliks hugged Toris around the neck, placing his forehead against him. "Found them. Thanks, Toris."
"...it was nothing," Toris finally said as Feliks kissed him on top of the head. "Are you sure you don't need me to help with anything?"
"Just, like, show up for the ceremony, that's all I need," Feliks nuzzled his hair. "Everything's fabulous, don't worry."
Which was when both of them jumped, as there was a frantic pounding against the door. With a frown, Feliks pulled away from Toris and went to answer it. Not that he was expecting anyone, but at the top of the list of people he was not expecting was Gilbert.
"What are you– Oh my God." He waved his hand in front of his nose. "Did you fall into the dumpster?" Feliks glared at him.
Gilbert hesitated. "Yyyyeah." He nodded.
Feliks took in a deep, and hopefully calming, breath. "The wedding is in–"
"I know!" Gilbert interrupted him. "Can you clean it, or not?"
"I don't have the time for that!" Feliks exclaimed, before taking in another breath. "If you weren't the officiant or whatever, I would, like, totally ignore you," he said, opening up the door and waving Gilbert in. He did not have the time to properly clean that, no. So... what?
He could possibly have another pair of dress pants in Gilbert's size around. He would just have to find something that would fit and match Gilbert now.
"Just... get out of that and, like, take a shower."
Ugh.
