or say we're only dreaming;

[melocoton]

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