Feliks...
"Wasn't it wonderful? I totally want a copy of the recording, like, right Toris? I mean, Lovino was completely endearing up there! We'll all need, like, copies of that to remember that it's actually possible!"
"Uh... yeah," Toris responded. He did not get it, but then again he had not lived around the Italian long enough to know why this day had really been one in a million. Feliks had to keep himself from crying, just because it had turned out so well. He was not crying because people were getting married! Really, that would be stupid!
No, his near-tears state had definitely been caused by his amazement that all of his hard work and preparations had paid off!
"Someone else should totally propose!" Feliks exclaimed, glancing about at who could possibly be next. "I know what I'm, like, doing now! I want to design another wedding!"
"You think the next person to get married here will ask you?" Toris asked.
"Whatever," Feliks blew his hair out of his face. Ye of little faith, baby, he smiled at Toris. Toris smiled back, then took his hand. Which was a step forward since they had become boyfriends that caught Feliks off guard.
"Can we talk? Somewhere less crowded and noisy?"
"Of course," Feliks agreed, pulling Toris along through the crowd. "What's on your mind, Toris?"
"Um... let's wait until we've stopped moving."
Feliks frowned, glancing over his shoulder at Toris, but continued moving. They ended up in the entrance and Feliks sat down on the table next to the guest book. From the corner of his eye he could see the autograph worthy signature of Yong Soo. It took up three lines.
Toris stood in front of him, now looking rather awkward, hands clasped behind his back and staring off at the wall behind Feliks. "I don't know how best to say this..."
"Oh. No."
"No! It's not a bad thing!" Toris quickly stated, saving Feliks heart from plummeting further.
"Then how come you, like, made it sound like that?" Feliks demanded, hands gripping the table on either side of his thighs as he leaned forward, staring more intently at Toris' face.
"I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to make it sound like that," Toris waved his hands downward, they now between the both of them.
"Then what's it supposed to sound like?" Feliks asked. Toris sighed and sat down next to him. Was there something wrong and he was trying to make Feliks not worry about it? It was completely like Toris to think something bad was not as bad as it was and then try and pass it off as a good thing...
"When you asked whether I liked you, before. I wasn't lying when I said I did. I just did not realize... how much you'd meant. Then. Wait, don't say anything, let me finish."
Feliks had not been aware that his mouth had opened. How much? Wait, so Toris had thought he meant like and not like like? But that had been days ago! What...?
"I just wanted you to know that... despite the misunderstanding there... I... um... I'm happy, for it. I like being like this with you. As long as we remain friends. I don't want to loose that for this. And I'll do my best, but–"
Feliks decided to spare Toris having to talk more by pulling him over by the tie and kissing him. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed as he let Toris retreat for air. "You did not have to make me worry about this! That was totally mean of you! We could have talked about this earlier! Unless.. you were, like, worried how I would take it? Toris! You know me better! I am so okay with being told if I've messed up! But if you still wanted to–"
Feliks had a lot more to say, but suddenly Toris was interrupting him with another kiss and Feliks was trying to decide whether he liked the kiss or whether he liked the kiss and was still mad at being interrupted.
"Toris, you shouldn't–"
Kiss.
"Toris!"
