Everything Was Okay

*One Shot Drabble*

  Johnny Toast's fluid deep green eyes glittered in the cheap lighting of the apartment he'd rented with his partner to call their HQ. They gazed into Johnny Ghost's contrast of chocolate brown irises, which were glazed over with tears, even though Ghost was unable to keep eye contact. Toast watched the man before him shake, his hands trembling as he made gestures and pantomimes, stalling as he hesitated in sharing the news he'd called Toast in to share. "Sir," Toast began, smoothly moving his hands to envelope Ghost's much smaller digits, "Please calm down. You know you can tell me anything." The older man noticed his counterpart's voice cracking as he stopped talking. Ghost's muscles tensed and his mind raced as he slowly shifted his eyes to look into Toast's.
 
Johnny's voice was gentle and quiet as he stuttered out his recondite divulgence. "I-I'm someone I n-never thought I was. Someone I n-never thought-t I would be. I'm...I'm genderfluid..." He felt his eyes close as he raised his shoulders and turned his head, expecting to hear disgusted scoffing or insulting, derogatory comments. Quiet ensued.

  "I love you," Ghost heard instead, Toast's warm, British tone breaking through the silence. Johnny Ghost's eyes shot open, his lips parting as he tilted his head to the side. His scraggly dark brown hair fell into his face as he did so. "You look so surprised. You heard me, sir, I love you. Just the way you are," the Britt eased, brushing his boss' hair out of his face and cupping his cheek gently. His large thumb grazed over the surface of Ghost's soft, light, peach-colored skin; which was slowly turning a light rosy color.
 
In the blink of an eye, in the flutter of a heart, before Ghost could even take a breath, Toast's lips were on his. His senses exploded with vibrancy as a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach began to develop. The two stayed this way for what seemed like eternity, yet unfortunately, the moment was merely seconds passed. Johnny Toast pulled back and stood up from his sitting position on the couch. "Now, we have a case to investigate at twenty three hundred hours, we mustn't delay. Hurry on, get the equipment ready. I'll fetch the guns and get the van started."
 
Ghost was in awe as the Britt turned on his heel and walked out the door, the familiar click-clack of his dress shoes on the hardwood ringing in Johnny's ears. He had expected nothing less than exile from Toast, but maybe that was wrong of him. Toast wasn't a bad person, he knew this, so why did he think it would be so bad to come out? Ghost pulled a little metal cylinder out of the pocket of his hoodie and walked to the bathroom mirror. He pulled off the cap of the cylinder and stared down at the small, angled stick of red makeup. Very carefully, with a steady hand, he began to smear the product over his lips, following the gentle curves of his mouth. The deep, blood-red shade accentuated the color in his skin as he pressed his lips against each other a few times, covering any spots he missed, and a smile formed across his face as he looked at his lipstick-clad lips. Yes, Johnny thought, this is right. He...no, she quickly burst out the bathroom door, then the front door and sped down the stairs of the apartment complex as fast as her dainty feet masked by clunky combat boots would take her.
 
As she reached Toast, she pressed a kiss onto his scruffy stubble growing on his jawline, leaving a small print of red in the shape of her lips. He turned and smiled, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "What is it today, then, hm? Are you a she, my darling?" he questioned, stepping up to the van. Ghost nodded quickly, walking to the equipment spread about behind the van. Lifting piece by heavy piece, she managed to get all of it into the back of the vehicle before she climbed into the passenger side.
 
The van drove forward down the empty freeway, the street lights illuminating the asphalt outside the laminated glass of the windshield. Ghost's eyes were bright and her smile was wide as she placed her hand down on the seat beside her. Toast glanced at Ghost through the corner of his eye and smiled, taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel to place it over his partner's and intertwine their fingers.

  "I love you," whispered Johnny Ghost.
  "I love you, too," Toast responded in a murmur.
 
And so, with the thought of acceptance fresh in his mind, Ghost gazed out the window at the moon, squeezing Toast's hand. Everything was okay.