[PETERICK] i'm sorry lover (these days i tend to lie)

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Two weeks later, Pete is no longer sore about the skipped dinner and they had another date scheduled, which Patrick was determined not to miss this time. Fuck the city, if it could fend for itself before Patrick and it can fend for itself for a day, goddammit.

At least, that's what Patrick keeps telling himself as he gets ready. Glancing at his phone every five seconds was purely habit, he thought to himself as he fastened his tie, he definitely wasn't expecting to see Andy's name when he looked over. This was a him-and-Pete day, city be damned.

"Paaaatriiiick" Pete whined, coming up behind his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around his torso, "Hurry up, I want to romance you. You being slow is getting in the way of all the grand romantic gestures I have planned."

Patrick looked at Pete's reflection and rolled his eyes, smirking, "Like what?"

"This," Pete planted a sloppy kiss on Patrick's cheek, then a couple more across the rest of his boyfriend's face, before Patrick swatted at him, laughing.

"I see," Patrick turned around, dropping a kiss on Pete's cheek, "Very romantic" Then he went off in search of his suit jacket, which was around there somewhere. As he shrugged it on, he had a feeling that tonight was going to be great, with Soundwave the furthest thing from anyone's mind.

"You ready?" Pete poked his head through the bedroom door, and Patrick nodded.

They walked out of the apartment with their hands linked, Pete talking animatedly about dogs and Patrick laughing when he announced he wanted to get a bulldog, could they please get a bulldog, please.

When they both got into the car, Pete in the driver's and Patrick in the passenger's, the sun was setting and the gold light fell on Pete's lively face in just the right way. It highlighted his lively brown eyes and turned them a rich honey color, which Patrick thought suited him perfectly. Contentment swelled in his chest, and for a moment, he wasn't a superhero, Soundwave didn't exist, he was just Patrick and he was living a normal life, exactly where he was supposed to be with his incredible boyfriend at his side.

"'Trick? Are you listening?" The moment was broken, and Pete was looking at him curiously, "Earth to Patrick." Patrick blinked, then smiled warmly at him.

"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am," He told Pete honestly, to which Pete responded with a grin and a quiet, "love you".

The rest of the car ride was filled with banter and Patrick trying to explain than, no, they couldn't get a dog, their apartment had rules against pets, are you even listening, Pete?

They arrived at the elegant restaurant, this one fancier than the last, with a pretentious French-sounding name and everything. They entered the establishment holding hands, effectively ignoring the looks of disdain the uppity elderly man at the counter gave them.

They were seated, the low lights of the restaurant not concealing the disapproving glares he cast at them as they were led to their table. Naturally, the old guy left and they began shit-talking him, Pete kissing Patrick on the cheek then laughing at the old man's disgusted face.

"Patrick," Pete said as he squinted at the menu, "You speak French, right?"

"A little, why?" Patrick answered, looking up from his phone.

"This entire menu is in French and I can't read a damn thing," His boyfriend complained, setting the menu down, "I'm going to end up ordering snail ass or something, you've got to help me."

Patrick laughed, but before he got a chance to reply, his phone began to ring loudly, attracting scowls from the other patrons.

His heart sunk when he saw Andy's name on the smartphone's screen. There went his perfect night.