Mein Vögelchen

Seven

"Tell me about jour childhood." Gilbert requested as he sipped his hot chocolate and watched the sun sink into the ground. Matthew had at least three blankets wrapped around him and he had finished his drink, but he still felt strangely cold. His body wouldn't stop shaking no matter what he did.
"There isn't much to say." Matthew whispered. There wasn't much he could give away.
"Okay, do jou have siblings?"
"Just a brother."
"Is he older?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"I can alvays tell if somebody's a little bruder. Zhey just have an aura about zhem." Gilbert took a long look at Matthew before letting out a soft breath. "If Jou're cold, jou should have said so."
"No! I'm not-" Matthew was interrupted when Gilbert pulled Matthew against him. This man was so warm. Matthew melted into the heat.
"Is zhat better?"
"Yeah."
"Now, tell me more about jourself. I really vant to know."
"Why?"
"Because Jou're so quiet. Und besides; jou know everyzhing about me. I'm pretty sure I jacked off vhile jou vere in zhe room a few times."
"Yeah. And it was disgusting. Never do that again."
"Deal." Gilbert laughed. "So, are jour parents still alive?"
"No. They died when I was just a kid."
"Mine too." Gilbert admitted. "I vas taken in by zhis dude named Fritz but he's gone too."
Matthew closed his eyes. "Can you keep talking?"
"Typically, I can't shut zhe hell up...vhy?"
"Your chest vibrates. It feels nice."
"If jou like zhings zhat vibrate, jou'll love zhe top drawer of mein night stand."
"What?"
"Nozhing!"
"What does your brother do again?"
"He vorks for zhe government. Vhy?"
"I told you. I just want to hear you talk."
"Okay. I actually don't know vhat to talk about now. Jou've pressured me."
"I'm sorry."
"Vhy don't jou just keep talking. I'll jump in vhen I can."
"My brother's name is Alfred and he's two years older than me." Matthew started. He didn't know why he was telling Gilbert all this. Maybe he just wanted somebody to talk to. At the agency he was scolded for everything he said. Nothing was American enough for them.
Nothing except for Alfred.
"Everybody loves him." Matthew admitted. "I don't think there's anybody who likes him less than me."
"I do."
"Huh?"
"I like jou more zhan him."
"Yeah. But you've never met him."
"He sounds like a prick."
"That's my big bro you're talking aboot!"
"I'm sorry." Gilbert's hands travelled into Matthew's hair, stroking the mess in a steady rhythm. "Hey, how many languages do jou speak."
"Just French and English."
"Can jou teach me some zhings?"
"Uhm...sure...I'm a little rusty though."
"Just try jour best."
"Uhh...comment ça va?"
"Vhat does zhat mean?"
"How are you?"
"Und vhat do I say to zhat?"
"That depends on how you're feeling."
"I'm feeling really good right now."
"Then you would say 'ça va très bien.' "
"Ça va très bien."
"Great job." Matthew laughed softly.
"Can jou teach me more?"
"I don't know."
Gilbert pouted. "At least tell me how jou say 'I love jou' in French."
"I thought everybody knew."
"I don't."
"It's 'je t'aime'."
"Je t'aime." Gilbert tested. "Zhat sounds sexy."
"Of course it does. It's French."
The pair was silent after that. It was a comforting silence filled with little noises like Gilbert's breathing and heartbeat. Matthew had never felt this calm before. He knew he had a mission to complete and that he had a deadline.
But he wanted to stay like this forever.

Reasons I'm #problematic:

Always forgets about Mattie's glasses unless it's convenient for the plot

Always forgets about Kuma unless it's convenient for the plot

Bitter

Too pushy sometimes

Addicted to online shopping but never buys anything

Does wig trimming in bed

Owns too many night stands