pocketpretzels | Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon

"That would be sweet," Steven said. He cut another biscuit. "Not - you don't have to. But if you did. If we did."

There were a lot of ifs, but at least Steven was considering them?

"A lullaby is- it's- it's all I have," Watts said softly. "Of my mother. If we- I would like to. Pass that down."

Steven reached over to gently rub his hand against the small of Llewellyn's back. "I'd like that. That would mean a great deal to me as well."

"Suppose I'll need to learn the words, when- if- the time comes," Watts mused. He'd looked them up on the google, once, but hadn't gone so far as to commit them to memory. "All I can recall is the tune."

There were other lullabies, of course. But this one was important.

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"It's a classic," Steven assured him. "Easy enough to find."

Steven didn't have any memories of lullabies. Or any snatches of memories he had he didn't trust. But luckily the google was useful for everyone.

And Watts was acutely aware of the fact that while what memories he had of his childhood were less than most, they were also more than what Steven had.

"The google is terribly useful that way," Watts said, in agreement with Steven's narrative.

"I like your voice too," Steven said. "When you sing."

"I've been told my voice is- unpleasant," Watts said. "Though I suppose to be fair this is coming from people who have never heard me sing. I don't know if that would change their opinion."

"I find your voice pleasant whether you sing or not," Steven told him. "Their loss if they don't."

"Your opinion is what matters most to me, above anyone else's," Watts told him.

"My opinion is your voice is very nice." Steven came around to stand behind Llewellyn and wrap his arms around his waist again. "Sound and feel."

Watts sighed contentedly, leaning back against Steven. "And feel?"

Steven leaned in close so that he was whispering in Llewellyn's ear, thus demonstrating what he meant. "And feel."

"Ah," Watts chuckled. "I understand."

"Can be very nice, you see," Steven said. He pressed a kiss to the back of Llewellyn's neck.

"Mmm," Watts hummed happily. "So I am gathering."

"Suppose it helps if you like the someone as well as their voice," Steven said. He placed another kiss, this one closer to Llewellyn's hairline.

"You know, I have heard that?" Watts said thoughtfully.

"I like you," Steven said, in case there was any question.

"Mmm, how much, though?" Watts asked.

Steven hugged Llewellyn's waist tightly. "This much?"

"How about this much?" Watts asked, twisting in his arms so they were face-to-face, so he could offer a kiss.

Steven could have answered verbally. But why do that when he could respond with a kiss instead?

He held Llewellyn close and kissed back, trying to convey his love and support for everything Llewellyn was.

"I like you as well, you know," Watts said, feeling warm and content. "A great deal."

Steven leaned his forehead against Llewellyn's. "Voice and all?"

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