Just to be with you - knf

i know what you did

After tapping away at his keyboard for most of the day, George was feeling ravenous, and decided to head to the kitchen for lunch. He made himself a salad sandwich, something filling but not too time-consuming to make, and as an afterthought, he made a second for Karl. He'd take it to his room, and they'd eat together.

He knocked on Karl's closed door, it was slightly open, but everyone in the household knew that it meant only patches can enter. 

"Who is it?"

"George. I brought lunch."

"Come in."

It was only after George sat down, and handed Karl his plate that he realized how exhausted  Karl looked.

His fluffy brown hair was a mess, and his eyes looked like he had even been crying. He still had on the pajama pants and sweater he had worn last night, the same array of monster cans still on the floor. That was the strangest. He knew Karl liked to clean his room each morning. What had stopped him today?

The two ate in silence. George spent his time figuring out what Karl was upset about, and Karl was, well, still thinking. 

"Are you alright, Karl? I noticed you haven't cleaned today."

"Yeah, just distracted."

"Wanna talk?"

George waited patiently for Karl to speak, staring at him, letting him take his time. Not that he minded of course, he had this beautiful angel to stare at while he waited. 

Finally, Karl spoke up. "Before I left the room this morning, I did something... and...."

A million thoughts ran through George's mind. 

Did he regret kissing him? Did he decide that George was too disgusting?

And then he remembered to answer.

"I know what you did."

This was it, Karl thought. George is never going to speak to me again.

"Why didn't you say anything? Didn't I make you uncomfortable?"

George sighed. "No, Karl. I loved it. I love you."

Karl just sat there, mouth open. "You don't mean that."

George grabbed his hand. "I really do."

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George and Karl were lying beside each other, George running his hands through Karl's hair. 

Suddenly, Karl froze. "I'm not ready for this." he breathed.

George slowly retracted his hands, and moved away.

That night they slept there in the same bed, facing away from each other.