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“I’m in love with you.”
Aaron peers over at Alexander, having to stare a little harder than usual to make out his expression in the darkness of the back seat of the cab. But after a few seconds he can see Alexander staring at him with glassy eyes, a dopey smile on his face.
Aaron tries not to laugh.
“I know you do,” he murmurs, reaching out to pat Alexander on the knee. “But thank you for telling me.”
Alexander grabs at Aaron’s hand as he tries to retract it. “No. You don’t get it. Like, I’m in love with you.” He furrows his brows. “Wrong emphasis. I’m in love with you.” Another smile.
“How nice of you,” Aaron says through a laugh, unable to refrain any longer. He twines their fingers together. “But again, I know.”
“I love you so much I want to marry you. I want to wed you, Aaron.”
“Good thing you are then.”
Alexander’s eyes grow wider, and he sits up straighter in his seat, looking at Aaron in amazement. “We’re getting married?” He laughs. “Shit. That’s awesome.”
Aaron rolls his eyes, still finding it strangely endearing how Alexander gets so spacey when he drinks too much. He thought it might grow to be annoying over the years, but it has stayed frustratingly cute, even when it happens because he very stupidly tried to challenge Theodosia to a shot competition.
“You should have had more to eat,” Aaron says a few minutes later, when Alexander continues to just stare at him. “Or water. You’re going to drink some before going to bed, okay?”
“Stop staring at me.”
“But you’re pretty,” Alexander coos, laughing as he presses a kiss to Aaron’s cheek. “Are you sure we’re getting married? Like you and me? To each other?”
“Well, that’s what you made it sound like when you proposed a few months ago.”
Alexander’s jaw drops. “I proposed? Oh my god. Wow. And you said yes! Wow.” He shakes his head. “I can’t wait till I’m sober so I’ll remember that. I thought it was a dream.”
“It was real,” Aaron tells him, squeezing his hand. “I was a very nice proposal, you should be proud. You can do it again when we get home if you want.”
“Will you still say yes?”
“What’s the fun if I tell you?”
Alexander frowns. “Mean.” He perks up suddenly, leaning in close to Aaron. “Why don’t you propose?” He asks. “Right now. To me. I’ll even say yes, I promise.”
Aaron sighs. “Alexander I-”
“Tomorrow,” Aaron tells him firmly. “In the morning. That way you’ll remember it.”
Alexander narrows his eyes. “You’re just saying that in the hopes that I’ll forget that I asked you after I pass out tonight.” He chuckles when Aaron scowls. “You can’t fool me.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Alexander murmurs, lips turning down, but he smiles when Aaron raises their hands to press a kiss to the back of Alexander’s. “Tomorrow, then. You’ll propose tomorrow.”
“I’ll propose every day if you want.”
“Every day forever?”
Aaron laughs. “Sure.”
Alexander hums, moving to rest his head on Aaron’s shoulder. “Every day forever. That sounds nice.”
The rest of the cab ride is silent, Alexander drifting in and out of sleep while Aaron looks out the window, forcing himself to stay awake despite the tiredness starting to seep into his limbs.
They get home a few minutes later, and Aaron manages to get Alexander inside and put to bed a half an hour after they step inside, which is a new record. Usually it takes over an hour, with lots of encouragement or begging.
Aaron doesn’t even remember falling asleep, but suddenly there’s a sharp nudge into his side, and he’s blinking his eyes open to see light spilling into the room. But then Alexander’s face is blocking his view.
“What’re you doing?” Aaron mumbles, trying to push Alexander away, but he doesn’t budge. “Alexander, move.”
“You made me a promise,” Alexander says, smiling down at him, and Aaron groans. “Ha! You did think I’d forget! Well, I didn’t. So go ahead and propose, Mr. Burr. I’m waiting.”
Aaron groans again, rubbing at his eyes. “Alexander,” he sighs. “Will you marry me?” He moves his hands to look up at Alexander’s disappointed face with a smirk. “There.”
“That was the worst proposal ever.”
Aaron chuckles, pushing himself up to capture Alexander’s mouth in a quick kiss. Then he flops back down on the mattress, smiling up at Alexander and reaching out to push some of his hair off of his forehead.
“Well, then it’s a good thing I’ve got every day forever to practice.”