Their First 10,080 | Tronnor

Saturday: Scar of the Skin

When Connor multi-tasks, he tends to sound like an elephant slipping in a puddle during a thunderstorm. As he talked to his parents, he had had the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, trying to gather supplies and set them out with half-aware precision. As a result, he was banging very loudly around the kitchen: slamming drawers, clanking porcelain on granite, making a proper racket. He was sure that Troye would catch him in the act, and the spur-of-the-moment surprise would be ruined, but the Australian didn't leave the bedroom. It was strange, but Connor just went with it.

Little did he know, Troye was so entranced by how Connor's voice sounded from another room, that he barely noticed the clatter in the background. It was a noise completely irrelevant to what he cared about, so he'd subconsciously tuned it out, and imagined Connor's lips moving as he said goodbye to Cheryl and Peter. He didn't yet know that this was a filter sponsored by pure love, and simply presumed he had come down with a gentle infatuation. It ruled his mind over reality for a series of moments, so he had not a speculation as to why Connor rushed into the bathroom to become primped and classy. The only thought that his mind processed was that he thoroughly enjoyed the absolute vision his boyfriend was, coming into the room like that.

"Hold your chin up." Troye said, leaving his phone on the bed as he rose to straighten Connor's collar. "You look amazing."

Connor blushed, tugging at his sleeves. His shirt felt like it fit strangely, as the last few months of work and no working out had caused his body to lose a considerable amount of muscle, but that wasn't why he was grinning like a bashful dork. "Thank you. So do you." He replied, meaning it, even though Troye hadn't even showered, and was wearing sweatpants.

Troye laughed, "I'm not sure about me, but thanks, love." He kissed Connor on the cheek, then asked, "But what's the best-pair-of-jeans occasion?"

Connor grinned playfully, and interlaced his fingers with Troye's. "Come here, I have a surprise for you." He said, pulling Troye into the spotless space that was his kitchen.

"Oh, Connor..." Troye gaped at the ever so romantic set-up before him. All the lights were still on, but that didn't stifle the romance bursting from a single lit candle, it's flickering light reflecting off of the glassware. The small square of distressed wood, that was Connor's dining table, was set without a tablecloth, but with two lanai place-mats placed in perfect symmetry to each other. It was rushed together in a matter of fifteen minutes but, as of what is expected from his detail-oriented Connor, the plates were still flawlessly centered and the cutlery straight. Connor's mouth twitched up shyly, and he tugged Troye's hand some more, bringing him over to the table.

"We've spent all afternoon paying attention to other people..." Connor began. "...and I know I haven't left your side for almost three days, but I miss being alone with you, even after a few hours. That probably won't last forever, so I wanted to savour it. I wanted a nice, intimate dinner." He explained in a tender, quiet voice. "Where we could kiss and hold hands without people watching."

"So you recreated the Amsterdam dinner from The Fault in Our Stars?" Troye teased, pointing to the single string of fairy lights strung around Connor's house plant and the mini champagne bottle on the table. "But in minimalistic, do-it-yourself fashion?"

"In my defence, tasting the stars does sound really great right now."

Troye rolled his eyes endearingly, "What's with you and copying date ideas from famous romance movies?"

"You're a Tumblr boy. You should understand my need to reference." Connor giggled with a wink. "Besides, I didn't even realize I was doing it this time. We can still whisper 'okay' to each other all night if you want, though. Whatever floats your boat..."