I lie in bed, waiting for Fate to come back, half dozing, half wondering how the fuck I'm going to do anything about the breeding pits without running into Brendon. I hear a sigh from the doorway and Fate's footsteps, but I don't look over, keeping my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I know there's a slight frown on my face, but that's one of concentration, not one of worry.
He snuggles back against me where he had been before, and I wrap my arms around him, putting aside my thinking for a while.
"I don't want you to go."
"I know," I murmur, "sorry."
"What have you got to be sorry about?"
"I shouldn't have run off with you like that without telling you that they'd probably kill me for it," I sigh a little, "it's my fault you even had to make that choice." He nuzzles me and I cuddle him a little closer.
"I'm gonna miss you," he says.
"I'll miss you too," I mumble, earning myself another nuzzle. "I love you," I tell him, my voice dropping to a whisper. I remember what Brendon said about that. About telling Fate that you love him. Tell you love him and he'll do anything for you. And I have a kind of plan that probably won't work, but would be worth a shot anyways. Tell him I love him, make him go someplace else somewhere, and then when I run into Brendon, tell him I've ditched Fate and that the mutt's all his.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Only, I can't do that to him. ‘Cause even if I don't love him, I'm still too attached to let Brendon have his way with Fate.
I don't think I've ever cared about anyone like this before.
"Could've sworn you did." I peck him on the cheek and force out a small smile.
"You're hearing things. The thought of being away from me's really driving you nuts, huh?"
He giggles, "I'll be insane by the time you get back." I give him another small smile that he sort of returns with a small sigh. I run my hand through his hair, playing with it a little. He hums. "Why don't we make tonight special?" I give him a kind of questioning look. I mean, what is there that we can do here? "We could go out for a meal or something if they'll let us."
"I'm sure you can imagine the rest."
I chuckle a little, "I can. We'd have to get a hotel room though. I don't think I want our last night together to be here." He laughs. "They'd probably let us go if you asked them. I doubt they would stop a wolf from taking his pet away for a last night together."
"I'll ask them later," he hums and I nod. He shuts eyes.
Lazarus pulls a couple of strings for us and the long and short of it is we're allowed to go spend the night together at a hotel, so long as I go back in the morning so they can escort me back into town to make sure I don't just run off.
So that's how we've ended up walking through town, trying to decide where to go for dinner. Or where Fate's going to go for dinner and I'm going to sit and pretend to eat.
"You realise you're paying, right? My wallet's back home," Fate tells me. I smile.
"Just as well I was planning on paying then." He smiles too.
"I could do with having it back, though."
"I'll see what I can do while I'm there. You can have my wallet while I'm away, though. I doubt I'll need it." He lets out a quiet hum and I squeeze his hand a little. "C'mon. Where d'you wanna eat?"
"Why mine? You're the one that's going to be eating." He shrugs and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Instead I take him to an Indian restaurant - y'know the posh ones that actually have nice food and don't look like some American with only a vague idea of what an Indian restaurant should look like decorated.
"I haven't had Indian food in ages," Fate smiles as we walk inside. We're shown to our table and I smile too. This place hasn't changed in the nine years since I've been here. It's kinda comforting in a way.
A thoughtful look flickers on Fate's face and I kind of watch him, wondering what he's thinking about. After a while, he smiles to himself and I can't help being curious.
"What?" I ask.
"What's the smile for?"
"I was just thinking back to the last time I was at an Indian."
"Care to share?" I laugh slightly. I mean, it's gotta be better than what happened last time I came here.
"It was with a girl," he blushes a little.
"A vampire, actually."
I can't help but chuckle a little, "You like going out with vampires don't you?"
"It was just a pity date on her account," he says with a tiny smile. I guess the curiosity creeps onto my face, "Uh... Long story." I shrug.
"Your story of the last time you had Indian food can't be any worse than mine."
"I knew her when she was human. And I kinda had the hots for her. Basically, she kissed me before she went off with Fang and got herself killed and took me on a pity date to say 'actually, I don't have a crush on you and I'm a vampire now, little human boy'. Your turn."
"Last time I went to an Indian was for a mate's stag do and I went out for a smoke, got attacked and was turned into a vampire. I think your story's probably worse though." I don't think I'll mention that it was this place.
He laughs a little and I smile.
"I'd still be human if it wasn't for her," he says, letting out a little sigh. I feel my features twist into a kind of sympathetic face. "Doesn't matter anyway," he gives me a tiny smile and I lean over, pecking him on the lips. He kisses back.
"Indian food seems to have a lot of bad luck, doesn't it? Maybe we should've gone to the Chinese," I mutter with a small smile, and Fate giggles.
"Maybe. But we're here now so we might as well enjoy it." I nod, looking down at the menu, wondering what I want to pretend to eat today. Neither of us take long deciding what we want, and a waiter wanders over, taking our orders. He shuffles off and Fate takes my hand while we wait, smiling.