Moonlight Serenade.

So this is the night before Havers tells Cap he is leaving. For maximum feels, play Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller where you see // bc it makes it ✨immersive✨

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It was late at night in Button House. The old halls were silent, and most of the personnel posted to the Manor House turned military base were sound asleep. The Captain, however, was up late. Disrupting the silence with the scratching of his pen, he sat at his desk working and mumbling to himself, thinking he was the only one awake at such an ungodly hour.
There was one other person evading sleep, pacing his quarters in his dressing gown, face etched with worry. Lieutenant Havers knew that his commanding officer would also be burning the midnight oil - as he often did. Leaving his room, he walked up to The Captains slightly open door. He paused for a moment, hidden by the darkness of the house, taking in how The Captain looked in that moment, silhouetted by the moonlight and the warm glow of the desk lamp, brow furrowed. His normally pristine uniform had become scruffy some hours ago. His jacket was slung across the back of the chair, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened around his undone collar. Havers noted to himself how beautiful The Captain looked in that moment. "A mental photograph, to remember on the dark days to come." he thought to himself.
He knocked on the door gently, and The Captain looked up from his paperwork and tried to conceal a smile. It was always hard not to smile around him.
"Ah, Havers. At ease." The Captain said quietly, gesturing for him to come in. Havers shut the door behind him as he entered the office. He noticed how tired The Captain was looking. How many more grey hairs he was gaining. Maybe he shouldn't tell him tonight.
"What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Well sir, I came to check that you weren't working too hard, which I fear you might be" Havers smirked.
"Well, ones work in a war is never done. Have to do my part for the war effort!" The Captain chuckled. "So, uh, I'm afraid this must be a short meeting, lieutenant" he said, returning to his writing.
Havers turned around and stepped towards the record player perched on top of a wooden cabinet. He turned the volume dial down and lifted the needle onto the record. //
Moonlight Serenade began to play softly. Havers smiled and walked back over to the Captain, who didn't look up from his work. Havers stuck out his hand to the Captain.
"May I have this dance?"
The Captain looked up at him, surprised.
Havers cleared his throat. "May I have this dance, sir?" He asked, hand still extended.
"Now, Havers. I couldn't possibly. I simply don't have the time. I have all this to get through" he said, gesturing to the pile of paperwork next to him.
Havers grabbed The Captains hand and pulled him from his chair, entwining his fingers with The Captains, and placing his other hand on his shoulder. The Captain conceded and followed suit, gripping Havers' hand and placing his other hand around his waist as they began to gently sway to the music.
"Just for a moment, sir, forget the war. It is such a beautiful night. Just enjoy this moment, with me." Havers uttered, looking deeply into The Captains eyes.
The Captain conceded, and let himself relax, his head filling with a million words he can never quite say aloud. Havers studied him as they swayed around the room.
"What are you thinking about, sir?" Havers asked him, noticing his expression.
"Well, Lieutenant, I, uh..." The Captain cleared his throat. "I... just.. wanted to say... you've made this... I mean, our time here... it's been... I think that... Of course... during a war... you must rely on... I..." he paused for a moment, finally finding the right words.
"Thank you, William" he whispered
Havers smiled, The Captains rare use of his real name catching him off guard. He laid his head onto The Captains shoulder, trying desperately to avert his mind from thoughts of his impending departure.
He breathed in deeply, letting the smell of Old Spice and pipe tobacco fill his senses, and relaxed. He could tell The Captain tomorrow. But in this moment, it was just them, and the music, and the moonlight, and nothing else mattered.