knife_bender | A bar in Baltimore

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A bar in Baltimore | Friday Night

Diego was a pretty simple guy. He didn't require anyone to go all out for a bachelor party, which was why he was fairly confident Luther could pull it off without it being a complete disaster.

There was a bar. There was karaoke at said bar, and the added benefit of there being arcade games at said bar. Perfect way to get a bunch of dudes hammered the night before a good chunk of them had to leave on a trip overseas.

[For the dudes who better get off their ass and sing. ~~Hold for some OCD~~ We're good to go!]

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Steven perked up at this information. "You've gone before then?"

Watts nodded. "...Five? Years ago, now?" he squinted, taking a moment to do the math. "Shortly after the fire." A beat. "In Toronto. Don't think they had one in Paris. Well. Probably small ones. Not a big one, I mean."

Steven was finding Llewellyn utterly charming like this. "Might have had a few in their time I think, yeah. I've gone before myself. Easy enough to hop over. But I've not gone with you and that makes all the difference, doesn't it?"

"It does," Watts said emphatically, leaning over to make a completely unnecessary adjustment to the collar of Steven's shirt. "We'll find the time, then."

"We'll add it to the list," Steven said. He reminded himself he wasn't allowed to kiss Llewellyn right now even though he wanted to. "Maybe after your home and mine."

Perhaps it was the amount of drink in him by now, or the fact that no one outside their party was paying any attention whatsoever to them, but impulsively Watts reached out- "You've got- something," he murmured, brushing a thumb against the corner of Steven's mouth. "There."

Much like with the collar, there was probably nothing.

It was a good thing Steven had willpower. Rapidly fading willpower perhaps, but at the moment it was there. "You're being wicked, Llewellyn Watts."

"Can't help what you inspire in me, Steven Grant."

Steven smiled. "You inspire me as well, Llew."

Handy how much meaning could be packed into a nickname.

Handy indeed. He did so love the way Steven said his name like that. "I'm starting another list," Watts told him.

"It's good you're keeping track of it all," Steven said. He reached out to brush imaginary lint off of Llewellyn's sleeve. "Keep me from getting lost that way, don't you?"

"That's my goal," Watts said with a fond smile.

"You did well with it this week," Steven said. Which was a little more serious than the conversation they'd just been having but it was worth saying all the same.

A little more serious, maybe, but reassuring to hear. "It wasn't too much?" he checked.

"Not at all too much," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn's arm a brief squeeze. "Kept me from getting lost, didn't you? Didn't run when you heard - heard what happened, did you? I'm very lucky to have you, Llew. I am."

That was the thing: Watts was all too used to being too demanding, too needy, too loud, too rude, too much. So that Steven had felt his concern earlier this week didn't fall under that umbrella was a relief.

"We're lucky to have each other," Watts countered.

Steven wasn't going to argue it. "Don't know how this week would've gone without you. Especially you there trying to take Marc home."

In fairness one of their other friends might have managed it but Llewellyn had been the one who stopped by at the right time. And the fact that he'd seen the need and done it counted a great deal.

"I wasn't about to leave him to manage on his own," Watts said, shaking his head. "Not in that state." Nor would any of the other people radio had mentioned, he was sure, had Marc been as badly off as he was by the time Watts had come across him.

"You're always so considerate of him though," Steven said. "Even understanding how he needs time to himself tomorrow instead of us leaving a day early. That's like - every time you do that it's like you're right there with me, making sure he's cared for."

"When we first started to see each other," Watts said. "His well-being was important to me because he was important to you. Now- I've come to know him and care for him for his own sake." Which included things like giving the man a chance to have a social life even if he kept insisting he didn't need one.

"He cares for you as well," Steven said. Then he had to smile because he knew how difficult that might be to believe. "I know he's rubbish at showing it. But he'd not let anything happen to you, any more than I would."

And sometimes Marc said more than one word to Llewellyn without being drunk. For Marc that was huge.

Watts nodded. "I said as much, to Ms. Ingram the other day," he told Steven. "I know if I needed help and it couldn't be you, he'd be there."

Steven was happy to hear Llewellyn knew that. "You're family. I mean it's not the word he'd use. It's not a good word for him. But don't have to use the word if you've got the meaning, do you?"

Hell, it was a complicated word for Watts, whose experience with family was that it was only something he got to have for a little while before it would be taken from him again.

Still, he nodded. "I'm pleased he feels that way," he admitted.

"I do as well," Steven said. He gave a grin. "Different type of family relationship, you and me, granted."

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