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 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?