or say we're only dreaming;

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O P E N P O S T
❝ don't you dare close your eyes❞
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[runtcheeks]

[ Alby raises his eyebrows at the suggestion, shaking his head in a well mannered way -- and yet, if Newt's offering, he's definitely not saying no. His eyes are, unabashedly, checking him out as they trail his body, lingering, swelling with something close to affection when he locks onto the single word at his hip.

( Honestly God bless whoever decided to put the tat right there. )

He reaches out to touch it, then, fingers tucked behind Newt's hip while the pad of his thumb traces over the etched letters, prettily black against what seems like impossibly white skin. It seems sentimental for someone he honestly just met, but they're clearly soulmates for a reason, and Alby thinks he gets why. They just work, easily enough. It makes him weirdly happy, like there's understanding in the world -- and color, and happiness, and other really, really lame things he'll never say out loud. ]

It could have been worse. [ He nods, eyes lingering on the tattoo before flickering up to meet Newt, not even considering the idea of bringing his hand away. His skin is too sinfully smooth. ] Newt. Think you've got the better end of the tattoo deal here. Though, mine doesn't seem so bad anymore.

[gimp]

[ the romantic tension in the train is pretty much palpable, and newt wouldn't be surprised if they were getting stares, but he honestly, at the moment, could not care less. the touch to his hip practically sends sparks through him and he watches with half lidded brown eyes, still smiling crookedly, keen gaze on the contrast between them, feeling the adoration of his touch. it's a lot to take in all at once, and quite honestly, newt's resisting the urge to hug him, to kiss him (his mouth looks extremely kissable, has he mentioned that yet? good lord.) or something. ]

Could have been. [ he agrees with him idly, gaze flicking back up to his face, hand still resting on his bicep. ] Just looks like I'm a bloody hipster, yeah? No one ever saw it 'sides my mum and friends at the beach.

[ which is implying a lot more than just "i don't like to take my shirt off", but, well. ] London born and raised.

[ he offers that as an explanation, affection coloring his smile as he rubs his thumbs over the phrase "bloody hell". minho and thomas have ragged on him a million times for saying it too much, which, he guesses he deserves.

minho and thomas--minho, and, oh shit. he glances up at the map for a second--there are maybe three stops left, and newt's struck by the overwhelming urge of how badly he doesn't want to leave, how much more he'd want to stay with this guy, and he blurts out-- ] Are you busy?

[runtcheeks]

[ It's funny, Alby thinks, that he's holding onto just every word that Newt says. He'll always remember the first words, of course, but everything else is so interesting, Alby would consider it a loss if he forgot even the slightest detail. London born and raised, and he finds himself curious, hungry even, for more, to learn everything about this skinny little guy. His likes his dislikes -- he just wants to talk to the guy for the day or, preferably, a good year, learning and outlining all there is to know about Newt.

'Course, then he asks and Alby is sent into the reality that the entire world doesn't actually just revolve around Newt. And by extension Alby -- but mainly Newt. He's gone from being a complete stranger to still a stranger but the center of the entire world -- Alby would scold himself, if he weren't so happy with the direction this day has taken. He blinks up in confusion for a second before shaking his head, clucking his tongue. ]

Just heading home, actually.

[gimp]

[ is he going to sound like an absolute lunatic? probably. but newt's kind of thrilled at the lack of a disappointing answer--he was thinking "I have a meeting" or something else, considering the way the guy's dressed. (and oh, he wants to know--what does he do, why does he live here, what's his favorite color, does he like coffee? newt has a thousand questions and not enough time to ask them all.)

but, still, he lets the hand on his arm drift down to cover the top of his hand, instead. alby's got big hands, especially compared to his own, and his small fingers slip into the cracks between his easily, until just his index finger curls around alby's.

he's touching his bloody soulmate. unbelievable. he wants to remember this moment forever, frame it in a kodak picture, but the next stop dings insistently, and newt is sure he's the one after.

yet, he still hasn't really moved, still all up in his space, and he turns that mischievous, half cocked smile down to him. ] Y'wanna go to a wedding?

[runtcheeks]

[ Alby is all too easy to wrap his index finger back around Newt's, pleased as punch that the guy doesn't seem to really have boundaries -- anyone else would get shoved away, told to back off, but if anything he wants him closer, want to close the distance between them until there's nothing left.

He doesn't do that, though. Not so much because he hardly knows Newt, but because they're on a crowded train, with enough people glancing at them as it is. He pulls the hand at his hip away, tugging down his shirt ( is it strange to be protective of the tattoo, to not want other people to see it, to want to trace it with the tip of his tongue? ) and flattening it with his palm, grinning up at Newt at his question. ]

S'it our wedding?

[ He jokes, twisting his fingers around so he can properly hold Newt's hand, tangling their fingers all with each other -- and content to find that they match up, that Newt's hand is smooth and soft and Alby really isn't looking forward to ever letting it go again. ]

Yeah, I'll go with you.

[gimp]

[ well if he wasn't beaming before, he sure as hell is now, and newt easily allows him to move his hand around, squeezing when he gets a comfortable hold. it's a perfect fit, and there's a strange, warm excitement to every movement, like every touch is giving him shucking butterflies. it feels downright surreal, to be totally honest, and the blonde winks at him, leaning in to murmur just enough for him to hear. ]

Maybe later. [ because, well, the tattoos don't lie--it'll happen. and newt could definitely get used to that, seeing this guy every day, talking to him, kissing him (and doing a lot more than that--he is really, really attractive). it all sounds amazing.

he doesn't get time to be embarrassed or anything about what he said--although newt doesn't fluster that often--because the voice calls off his stop on the intercom. newt doesn't let go of his hand, just cocks his head to lead him off of the train with him and onto the platform. standing next to him off of the uneven surface is even more surreal, and he's struck by the not-so-crazy urge to just lean down and kiss him right there.

instead, he smiles at him, and strokes his thumb over his palm. ] We'll have to share food, I guess. Maybe a seat, too, I dunno how tight Brenda planned the whole thing. Hope you're up for it.

[runtcheeks]

[ Alby likewise beams at Newt, but in his own subdued ways, a smile and an incline of his head -- marrying Newt, even if they met only today, definitely seems like a path worth pursuing. Grabbing his suitcase, he follows Newt onto the platform, elbowing his way past the business suits, because he's not going to let go of this guy's hand for all the money in the universe.

Holding hands, looking at the opposite trail rail, it all seems pretty funny to Alby. That suddenly it's like there's no more romantic place in the world than a dirty, underground station, standing with who very well might be the most attractive person Alby has ever laid eyes on. He'll have to thank choose your deity from on high for -- well, for blessing him with Newt. Soul mates aren't so silly anymore, if believing in them also means he gets to stay by Newt for the rest of forever. ]

They won't mind me showing up? [ He questions, tilting his head towards Newt, setting them off on getting off the platform. Of course, he doesn't know where they're headed after that -- another something that's pretty funny to Alby -- but it feels natural for him to be the leader, while the opportunity presents itself. ]

Could just wait for you, if it's a problem.

[gimp]

[ newt's quiet for a second as he thinks about it--thinks about thomas, bless his heart, and how he just wants people to happy. he's always bumping newt whenever he hears someone call out the word on his tattoo, even if it's just a mother to her child, and for as often as newt scoffs at it (affectionately, but still), he appreciates it. so his smile's warm as he shakes his head, pulling the collar of his coat up around his fancy suit. ] Nah, won't mind at all.

Two guys gettin' married, my two best friends. [ he walks happily beside alby, finding it perfectly easy to match their pace--newt was worried about his limp, because it's far more pronounced when it's them alone than on a crowded train where all he has to do is stand, but so far, he hasn't run away screaming and newt'll take that as a win.

he'll take a lot of things as a win, actually, because the subway station smells like the wrong end of a loo and his leg hurts like hell preemptively from all the walking they're going to have to do, and he literally could not care. color him lovestruck, his soulmate's holding his hand, walking with him, looking absurdly handsome and perfect and everything he wanted and so much more.

...right, he's supposed to be talking about thomas and minho. ] Two great gents, soulmates, all that stuff. They're gonna be married till they both get old and Tommy'll still be makin' doe eyes at him from the grave.

[ the last thing he says makes him pause though, and newt stops walking, a little outside the turnstiles, turning so he's facing alby--he reaches over and covers his other hand, the one holding the briefcase, and looks at him as seriously as he can. ] Waited long enough, don't ya think?