"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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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.