Scott’s been to the Archon’s ship. He’s been through - and seen - some shit. At the end of it all, his victory doesn’t feel like much of one and it shows. After showing up unannounced, strangely nervous and far too sober on Kadara, Reyes thinks he can help.
Scott/Reyes FLUFF and ANGST GALORE because they’re DONE beating around the DAMN bush.
First, this contains massive spoilers. So. Beware. This is the last installment of my alcohol therapy series, and it takes place after both Wine & Beer Therapy. This one is a lot longer, just as an fyi.
Yeah. It’s been fun. Enjoy!
Edit: Holy smokes, thank you all so much for all of the love for this trilogy! I by no means consider myself a writer, just a fan who wanted my “I love you” scene and more friendship development. I’m so glad so many of you have enjoyed it!
“I love you.”
Scott’s face turned a humiliating shade of pink, his ears prickling with warmth. No, that wasn’t right. It was way too… generic.
“I love you.”
He cringed inwardly to himself as he weaved his way through the crowd at Kadara port towards the elevator. He was glad that the market had been particularly busy today, considering he’d been walking around for hours now… practicing how to say three fucking words over and over. He kept mumbling it to himself, trying to find the right intonation, the right inflection. Nothing was working, he was losing his nerve, and he needed to do this now or it was never going to happen.
He waited in line and absentmindedly squeezed his way into the surprisingly full elevator, trying not to scrunch his nose too noticeably at the smell of the man pressed against his shoulder.
“I love you.” He tried, his hands raising in a dramatic motion. “Ugh, too much.” He muttered after, frowning to himself. He heard - and felt, eugh - the man next to him scoff.