PAN (#WattPride)

II

"So something has been bothering me."

'Yeah? What is it? If you're wondering when I'm going to stop touching your hair, then that would be never.'

"No, I love that you-the hair. But I've just been wondering...why the meetup? Why did you go? I get that your family doesn't really get it; your mum flinched so fucking hard at my dress the other day...but why did you go?"

'I wanted...to come clean? I-nah, it's nothing. It's whatever. I'd rather talk about your hair, honestly.'

"Well it is great hair."

'It really is Loki. It's my favorite!'

"What, we on first name basis now Pan?"

'You know my name is Claud.'

"Wasn't it something along the lines of Claudine?"

'Shut it! You know how awful it sounds!'

"I'm just teasing you love. Continue playing with my hair, I'll be quiet as a mouse while you do it, promise."

'...thank you.'

"For what?"

'Knowing when I'm not ready to talk about something and giving me space to figure it all out before I tell you.'

"Oh. That's-yeah. 'Course. I mean, you're already so-lovely, to me, about the dresses and the hair and you didn't even bat an eyelid when you had to ask me whether I was feeling he/him or they/them in the morning, even when we'd just met, and you were still figuring everything out, you still saw past all the societal bullshit and decided you liked me, not because of my appearance but because I like tea, the smell of lavender and have long, curly brown hair of the most boring colour yet you find me attractive-I guess what I'm trying to say is you're great, and I kinda love you? But you know that, so I don't know why I'm making it into this big thing-mhm."

'I love you too, you idiot, even if the only way to shut you up is to kiss you.'