— ; 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑬

his smile only grows, keeping his eyes on the food so it doesn't burn. "and you can do that when i'm not cooking."

"i love all the kisses, but if you don't want me to burn our food i would suggest you stop." but he's smiling, so he doesn't trulyyy want him to stop.

letting out a sigh, hiding his face against the other. "you're just gonna use that against me, now, aren't you?" he mumbles against his chest.

eyes narrowing slightly. "nuuh, i KNOW i love you more."

why do people choose to sleep? i think... it is because they're afraid to wake up from the dream.

smiling softly, leaning into the touch. he really doesn't know what he'd do without him, truly. "i love you too."

he returns the squeeze, leaning back into the couch. he's trying not to be scared, not to be terrified, but he knows he is. but this is the best thing he can do, the thing he needs to do. "trying not to be. i'm so happy that you're here. that you'll always be here. like i will."

"and you don't have to." he's doing it. he's going to tell the world. he doesn't care what people think anymore, he loves charlie, and he deserves to be out and proud. charlie deserves the world, and jack is willing to give it.

"and i'm giving you my heart. you have my heart." he's reaching for his hands, giving a pleading look. "listen, charlie, i love you. and . . i will scream that to the entire world to show you just how much i do."

he panics a little, on the inside. he doesn't want to lose him, he wants to come out. he's just. .terrified. "i will, soon. .maybe." you can hear the slight panic in his voice, sitting up slightly. "i don't want you to be my secret. i'm sorry for making you feel like you are."

"sorry." he whispers, shrinking slightly into the couch. no one even knows he's gay, so it's kinda hard to show off a relationship when he's not even out of the closet. he's not ready to be out yet, the only person who knows his sexuality is charlie. for obvious reasons.

closing his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "it's just..everything is new to me. that's why no one else knows. but i can reassure you, i am /NOT/ ashamed."

"no, no, that's not it." he's shaking his head, looking back over at the other. "i don't care about whatever reputation i have. i care about you. that's all i care about."

ⅈ 𝑤ⅈ𝘭𝘭 𝖓𝖊v𝖊𝔯 𝓼һ𝗎𝘵 𝗎𝚙 ɑ𝓰ɑⅈ𝖓. ⅈ 𝑤ⅈ𝘭𝘭 𝖓𝖊v𝖊𝔯 𝓼һ𝗎𝘵 𝗎𝚙 ɑ𝓰ɑⅈ𝖓. 𝘣𝔯ɑ𝖓𝒹 𝖓𝖊𝑤 𝒹ɑ𝑦 𝑤ɑ𝘵ｃһⅈ𝖓𝓰 𝒹𝔯𝖊ɑｍ𝓼 ｃօｍ𝖊 𝘵𝔯𝗎𝖊. 𝑤𝖊𝘭𝘭, 𝚏օ𝔯 ｍ𝖊 𝖓օ𝘵 𝑦օ𝗎. ｃ𝗎𝓼 ⅈ'𝘭𝘭 𝖓𝖊v𝖊𝔯 𝓼һ𝗎𝘵 𝗎𝚙 ɑ𝓰ɑⅈ𝖓.

"i'm — i'm not afraid to tell people." he huffs out, eyes going back to the tv. he knows it's a lie, but if he says it loud enough it may become the truth.

finally* looking back over at him, rolling his eyes almost fondly. "yeah, i did." he admits, almost in a whisper. almost like he's afraid to tell too much out loud.

yeah, yeah. he would be just as fascinated with it. his eyes stay on the tv, a small shrug. "kinda." the tiniest of grins on his face, he can't keep a straight face whilst lying.

blinking, slowly turning to look at the other. he was watching that >:(. "sup.." he replies, turning his attention back to the tv. he's not making it a big deal, just to not seem annoyed.