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Evening of Day 25

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In the days after everything settled down, after Sunday had given both of them the time and the space to mull over what had happened, after Sunday had spoken to both Malos and Aurelia... He finds himself fussing over what he could say to the other man, what he wanted to say. If there was anything worth voicing. He'd reached out with his powers some time earlier, to get a sense of if Fou-Lu may be near, knowing that the other had taken to clearing out the lower floors of plants when he grew restless. Having confirmed that Fou-Lu was in fact, within his room, meant that Sunday only needed to walk down the hall, only needed to request entry...

The very thought set his heart racing.

Anxiety gnaws away at Sunday as he slowly approaches that door, much more potent than any other time they'd been close. He supposes it was largely because while their previous discussions were... Difficult, and vulnerable, it was not with an expectation of... being perceived in such a way, there was a sort of... While there was intimacy, there was distance. There were still aspects of one another neither of them yet understood.

Though they had been vulnerable before, this seemed... much more so. It was different, Sunday knows it. His conversation with Malos echo in his mind.

To have and then lose someone, still daring to have them at all.

The more time passes, the more Sunday is sure he has something to say to the other man, the more he is sure he needs to talk to him, to spend time with him, to hear his thoughts. As nervous and afraid he is, these feelings are not because of Fou-Lu, but rather... What he meant to him. What any of this could mean. The halovian finally reaches that door, pausing outside of it.

Sunday doesn't care if anyone sees him hesitate here, just as much as he didn't care if anyone had seen them close, their hands touching, his body within Fou-Lu's arms. Just as he didn't care that Malos knew he could be feeling... love.

What he cares about is Fou-Lu. His happiness. His safety. The halovian knocks at the door, gentle, quickly, seven times. His hands shake, but he breathes deeply, calming himself, his voice, before speaking.

"Fou-Lu? May I come in?"