Corbin chuckles, smiling at the forehead bump, and leaning forward in the hopes of holding it there for a second. "Alright. I might do that. Really appreciate not bein stabbed. I'm allergic to knives in me."
He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
"Y'know, you're not the only one?" Harry lets out a long sigh. "The things we look after, I dunno, so many of yeh allergic t'knives. Havin' to change a lot, me."
It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
"I figure it's an awful common allergy, knives. Sorry you gotta deal with it so much." He gives him a nudge under the blanket and squeezes his hand.
"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
Corbin watches as the wind stirs his hair and he can almost see him clinging to the rigging of a ship for a moment. Gods, Harry is such a dramatic bitch.
It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
If Corbin doesn't want to see Harry being a dramatic bitch he should probably stop dating him.
"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
Harry being a dramatic bitch is a feature, not a bug of this relationship. Corbin loves watching Harry be dramatic, and it always makes him smile a bit.
"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
It's also part of his job description? Pirate, hello. He's just a dramatic person, but when he's soft and honest it's when he's being vulnerable.
He makes a faintly disgusted sound, and then presses his cheek to the top of Corbin's head. Don't listen to his words or sounds, Corbin, look at what he's doing.
Considering Harry had to be under the influence of a literal truth potion to mention that he had anything other than friendly bro feelings for Corbin, he figures it's best not to focus too much on Harry's words when he's his usual self. Harry is like Caleb in a way. He says he cares on hundreds of other ways that have nothing to do with saying a specific set of words.
"Guess I'll just be the sappy one then." He smiles, he doesn't mind, though he wishes he could press closer, but if he did that he'd be in Harry's lap. He had missed just having someone to have close contact with after Caleb had disappeared, and he's aching for it now. And as the wind blows over the roof and moans past their little hidey hole he's kicking himself for not reaching out to Harry sooner. He should have. But there's nothing he can do about it now other than cuddle close wit him and make up for lost time.
No you don't understand, if he keeps his feelings to himself then one day they'll just go away and stop bothering him and everyone around him! That truth potion ruined his life.
Ruined...as he's wrapped around Corbin and has a maybe date with Caleb (whenever the wizard is returned to them) and can feel safe and comfortable. And. Peaceful? He's never really felt what that's like, but he think he might be enjoying it now.
Hmmm, Corbin doubts that's how these things usually work. If asked, he would also doubt that Harry's life was "ruined" by the potion.
He's silent for a long moment, thinking about things, about Harry, since with him here the ever present throb that is missing Caleb has ebbed enough that he can think about something other than worrying about Caleb or whatever it was that he was currently distracting himself with so that he didn't have to worry about Caleb. Turning things over in his mind, looking at them from a few different angles. Coming to some conclusions that he should have come to awhile ago if he'd given himself the space to think about them.
"Hey Harry?" He pauses, afraid to say anything more for a very long second and fuck something up.
Well if all Corbin wanted was distraction, Harry can certainly provide that! Even. If he doesn't really feel up to all of that maybe? Maybe it's just nice to just sit here with a boy he likes who knows he likes him. Maybe it's not the end of everything.
"You remember, a while back. When... nevermind." No need to bring up the whole potion part, not relevant. "When you were bein real honest about shit? Well, I been thinkin about it. You're more'n my best friend. And I shoulda said somethin' sooner. I like spending time around you. And... I like you." He says it quietly, a little bit worried that he might have waited too long to actually say anything. Or that Harry might think he was only saying it because he was lonely and missing Caleb.
Harry is uncharacteristically quiet while Corbin speaks, even lacking the air of restlessness. There's a tenseness though, like he's considering getting up and yeeting himself off the roof.
He's not....not. There's not a lot of trees to safely land in though, at this height. He doesn't know why he's gotta run, this is what he wanted, right? ..but what if Corbin's only saying it because he's lonely?
........but what if he means it? Harry now understand the reactions Corbin and Caleb both had when he made his confessions. What the fuck do you say. "Yeh don't have to say it if yeh don't mean it," he says quietly, leaning his head against the top of Corbin's instead of pulling away and finding an escape like he kind of desperately wants to.
The tension makes Corbin want to hold on, he doesn't think he'd do anything stupid if Harry just up and left, but he really doesn't want him to. But... Harry's like their damn barncat that is more likely to scratch and hiss if you try to hold him tight. So it's hard, but he stays still. Very still, almost like Harry is a wild animal that might start if he moves too quickly.
"I don't do that shit, you know it. I'm nice, but I don't lie bout how I feel." He might not walk up to someone and tell him that he didn't like them, but he wouldn't have volunteered the information to Harry if he didn't really feel like this. "I thought about it, a lot. And it snuck up on me, cause what we got, it's kinda... all tangled up? Bein your friend and bein... more'n that. And I wanted to be sure b'fore I said anythin." He wriggles just enough that he can turn and actually look at Harry.
"I mean it. Swear on it." He gave him a small, soft smile. Would he have said anything just yet if Caleb had been here? Maybe not, but he likes to think that if he and Harry were up here together he'd say it anyway, whether Caleb was around or not. It just... hadn't felt right before.
"Didn't say yeh were lyin," Harry says queitly. He thinks maybe Corbin might be telling him what he wants to hear. He's done it himself, because it's easier than arguing. He's starting to realize that maybe it's a dick move.
But he listens to what Corbin says, even pays attention even if his instincts are telling him he should cut his losses and run (even though there are no losses here, Harry). Corbin wanted to be sure, it's not dissimilar to what Caleb said, that he could not be sure, that he did not want to say anything untrue until he was.
He's gonna doubt anyway, that's just how insecurities work. But. He smiles back at Corbin, small and soft and unsure.
"Well. If yeh're gonna swear it." Maybe he can pretend to believe Corbin until he actually does?
Corbin nods. "Yeah, I am." He leans his forehead against Harry and smiles back at him. He's not sure if Harry believes him, and maybe that's on him for waiting too long, but all he can do right now is believe him. So he does. He squeezes his hand, wishing he could wipe away the uncertainty on his face, wishing he knew how.
"So now I'm really gonna crawl in your bed at night." He gives him a little grin, private for just the two of them. He's got boyfriend privileges now.
He doesn't believe him this second but...he wants to believe him. And he trusts that Corbin wouldn't lie to him or even just try to tell him what he wants to hear, mostly. So. He's going to trust Corbin, and he'll believe it eventually.
"You'd better." Harry smirks, but there's a softness ot it. Hell yeah unexpected snuggles. He won't even hook him if he does it.
"Course I am." He moves enough to give Harry a kiss on the cheek and curls up next to him under the blanket. He looks out over the Wilds with a bit of a thoughtful look on his face.
"Anyone ever take you on a date where you're from, Harry?" He doesn't know if that's the sort of thing they do on that Island that Harry's from, and he's honestly trying to think of a good date idea for him. He likes to think he's pretty good at the taking people on dates thing. But he's not quite sure where to start with Harry,
It could have been, if Corbin had thought to ask. It could be? Sort of? Corbin is pretty sure it's not a date.
But he nods, and he's not looking at Harry. "Some folks, they don't have datin where they're from." His tone says he thinks that odd, but more in a curious way than a bad way.
"Anyway, we'll find a day we both ain't busy, and I'll take you on one." What are they going to do? He has no idea, but he'll come up with something, he's sure of it. And really a movie and dinner at Staxx was always an option. Or maybe Fae and Buster's.
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He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
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It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
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"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
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Harry lifts his head for the wind, as though he'll catch a hint of distant seabreeze on it, and curls his arm tighter around Corbin. "Cold?"
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It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
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"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
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"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
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He's just a dramatic person, but when he's soft and honest it's when he's being vulnerable.
He makes a faintly disgusted sound, and then presses his cheek to the top of Corbin's head. Don't listen to his words or sounds, Corbin, look at what he's doing.
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"Guess I'll just be the sappy one then." He smiles, he doesn't mind, though he wishes he could press closer, but if he did that he'd be in Harry's lap. He had missed just having someone to have close contact with after Caleb had disappeared, and he's aching for it now. And as the wind blows over the roof and moans past their little hidey hole he's kicking himself for not reaching out to Harry sooner. He should have. But there's nothing he can do about it now other than cuddle close wit him and make up for lost time.
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Ruined...as he's wrapped around Corbin and has a maybe date with Caleb (whenever the wizard is returned to them) and can feel safe and comfortable. And. Peaceful? He's never really felt what that's like, but he think he might be enjoying it now.
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He's silent for a long moment, thinking about things, about Harry, since with him here the ever present throb that is missing Caleb has ebbed enough that he can think about something other than worrying about Caleb or whatever it was that he was currently distracting himself with so that he didn't have to worry about Caleb. Turning things over in his mind, looking at them from a few different angles. Coming to some conclusions that he should have come to awhile ago if he'd given himself the space to think about them.
"Hey Harry?" He pauses, afraid to say anything more for a very long second and fuck something up.
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....maybe. Less ruined.
Well if all Corbin wanted was distraction, Harry can certainly provide that!
Even. If he doesn't really feel up to all of that maybe? Maybe it's just nice to just sit here with a boy he likes who knows he likes him. Maybe it's not the end of everything.
"Hm?"
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He's not....not. There's not a lot of trees to safely land in though, at this height. He doesn't know why he's gotta run, this is what he wanted, right?
..but what if Corbin's only saying it because he's lonely?
........but what if he means it? Harry now understand the reactions Corbin and Caleb both had when he made his confessions. What the fuck do you say. "Yeh don't have to say it if yeh don't mean it," he says quietly, leaning his head against the top of Corbin's instead of pulling away and finding an escape like he kind of desperately wants to.
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"I don't do that shit, you know it. I'm nice, but I don't lie bout how I feel." He might not walk up to someone and tell him that he didn't like them, but he wouldn't have volunteered the information to Harry if he didn't really feel like this. "I thought about it, a lot. And it snuck up on me, cause what we got, it's kinda... all tangled up? Bein your friend and bein... more'n that. And I wanted to be sure b'fore I said anythin." He wriggles just enough that he can turn and actually look at Harry.
"I mean it. Swear on it." He gave him a small, soft smile. Would he have said anything just yet if Caleb had been here? Maybe not, but he likes to think that if he and Harry were up here together he'd say it anyway, whether Caleb was around or not. It just... hadn't felt right before.
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But he listens to what Corbin says, even pays attention even if his instincts are telling him he should cut his losses and run (even though there are no losses here, Harry). Corbin wanted to be sure, it's not dissimilar to what Caleb said, that he could not be sure, that he did not want to say anything untrue until he was.
He's gonna doubt anyway, that's just how insecurities work. But. He smiles back at Corbin, small and soft and unsure.
"Well. If yeh're gonna swear it." Maybe he can pretend to believe Corbin until he actually does?
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"So now I'm really gonna crawl in your bed at night." He gives him a little grin, private for just the two of them. He's got boyfriend privileges now.
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"You'd better." Harry smirks, but there's a softness ot it. Hell yeah unexpected snuggles. He won't even hook him if he does it.
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"Anyone ever take you on a date where you're from, Harry?" He doesn't know if that's the sort of thing they do on that Island that Harry's from, and he's honestly trying to think of a good date idea for him. He likes to think he's pretty good at the taking people on dates thing. But he's not quite sure where to start with Harry,
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And by 'people' and 'they' we mean Corbin.
"I was supposed to go on one." With Caleb.
Isn't this a date? They're on a blanket under the stars. Is that a date? That's a date. Isn't it a date?
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But he nods, and he's not looking at Harry. "Some folks, they don't have datin where they're from." His tone says he thinks that odd, but more in a curious way than a bad way.
"Anyway, we'll find a day we both ain't busy, and I'll take you on one." What are they going to do? He has no idea, but he'll come up with something, he's sure of it. And really a movie and dinner at Staxx was always an option. Or maybe Fae and Buster's.