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[airshipcaptain]

Hypothetically, if you wanted to tell someone you saw as a good friend a huge secret of yours how would you do it?

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[doeeyed]

Um I guess I would just be as upfront as possible with them, probably sitting down and telling them one on one? Why, is everything okay?

[airshipcaptain]

Yes, everything's okay. I think. It should be at least.

[Diarmuid hadn't cared, Lily probably won't either, but that didn't stop his nerves. Stop the voice from telling him she would hate him by the end of this.]

Can I come over then so we can talk in person?

[doeeyed]

Yeah of course, you know you're always welcome at the house. Front door is unlocked so just come find me in the kitchen when you make your way over, I'll put on some tea.

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[airshipcaptain]

Alright, I'll be right over then if that's okay?

[He waits for a confirmation before closing his watch, hiding his face in his free hand. Tea, in theory, was a good idea. Tea was supposed to be comforting. Maybe it would help with the nausea that had settled over him. Right. He had to do this before he chickened out again.

Though that doesn't stop him from taking his time getting to Lily's house, his feet dragging with every step. He knocks when he reaches the door, more out of habit before letting himself in.]

Lily?

[Oh God, could he abort before he threw up?]

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[doeeyed]

[Lily hears the knock on the door, and calls out from the kitchen as she sets the tea, sugar, cream, and cups down at the table.]

In here Afonso, just setting everything up!

[airshipcaptain]

[He enters the kitchen, giving her a nervous smile.]

Got the cups down alright this time?

[His eyes dart to the table, unable to stop the amusement that tugs at his expression. This is a familiar sight for him. Back when Isabella first coaxed him into coming out they'd been drinking hot chocolate at her table.]

[doeeyed]

[She scowls a little but there's no real menace behind it.]

As a matter of fact I did, thank you very much.

[She kicks the step-stool out of the way not so inconspicuously.]

Now, what did you want to tell me? And sit down, you're making me nervous with that worried hovering you're doing.

[airshipcaptain]

[He'll just pretend he didn't see any step-stool, even if he has to stifle another chuckle when she kicks it away.

Besides, it's not that hard given her question. It sends the nerves racing back through his veins. He takes a seat, trying to relax. It had been so much easier when there was whiskey involved...]

Right. Um, it's just... It's something important. W-Well maybe not. I mean- It is! But just-[He stops, abruptly before he can start rambling. Idly he begins to fuss with his bangs, tugging a few of the curls to give him something else to focus on then the nausea.] I've been keeping a bit of a secret a-and it's not right because you're a very good friend.

[doeeyed]

[Lily takes a seat, pulling the bowl of sugar closer to her so she can put a few scoops of sugar in her tea.]

I appreciate that, I think of you the same way. But if you really believe that, then why worry? No matter what your secret is, it shouldn't be anything to be scared of. You don't even have to tell me if you're really that uncomfortable.

[airshipcaptain]

["You don't even have to tell me if you're really that uncomfortable", that almost makes him change his mind. He's close to telling her to forget about it, but he catches himself instead. This is something he has to do, he knows that. No chickening out.]

I worry because a lot of people, at least in my world, don't approve of, well, me because of it. I lived most of my life thinking I was wrong because of it.

[He just needs to spit it out, rip it off like a bandaide.]

I'm gay.

[And he braces himself, fearing the worst.]

[doeeyed]

Oh.

[She puts down the teacup for a moment, looking Afonso carefully in the eye.]

Well, that's certainly good to know. Thank you for telling me. Now, did you want any sugar?

[airshipcaptain]

[He can only hold her gaze for a second, then he's looking down before she can see the possible tears forming.

She didn't care. Of course she didn't care.]

Yes, please.

[He has to laugh, his voice catching. Ignore that please.]

[doeeyed]

[Lily smiles warmly, not uttering a peep about the shaky voice or any possible tears as she passes him the sugar bowl.]

So, not to pry, but this would make Rhyleigh...?

[She trails off, giving him an expectant look as she sips her tea.]

[airshipcaptain]

[He swipes at his eyes before moving to scoop a spoonful of sugar into his tea.

The question makes him blush, a silly little smile forming.]

My boyfriend. I think at least, we never got around to talking if we were or not before I came here but we did go on a few dates. And I... I like him a lot.

[doeeyed]

[Her smile grows, but she tries to hide it behind her cup.]

Somehow I kind of figured. No one talks about a boy who isn't family so much unless they really like them.

[airshipcaptain]

I don't talk about him that much!

[Watch him go beet red.]

I-I mean, um, I'm sure I talk about Remmy just as much as Rhyleigh.

[Was he that obvious?]

[doeeyed]

[Lily's smile only widens, as if that wasn't telling enough.]

Well, you do certainly talk about Remmy. As much as Rhyleigh though...?

[She trails off pointedly.]

[airshipcaptain]

[He's mortified. He's embarrassed. And he can't stop smiling even as he hides his face in his hands.]

I do not talk about him that much!

[doeeyed]

I never said it was a bad thing, no need to be so embarrassed. I actually think it's very endearing.

[She matches his smile, trying to stifle a laugh.]

[airshipcaptain]

[Just gonna keep his face hidden forever.

Can you see how red his face is?]