"Will you just fucking ask me out already?" Tyrin burst out one Friday afternoon, near the second anniversary of their first not-really-first date.
"Oh," Sage is really far too nervous for his own good.
Then Tyrin leaned up to kiss Sage's cheek.
And the butterflies had babies.
(Probably because Sage turned his head to kiss Tyrin's lips.)
// Gah! I hate everyone. Everybody shall feel my wrath
Also this is completed now.
