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a quick visit

“You’re what?” Penny’s voice rises to a shrill squeak. “You are? You really really are?” A huge grin breaks out over her face. “Oh that’s great! Yes! Of course you’re welcome here! Okay, okay. Talk to you later. Love you. Bye!” She hangs up the phone and jumps up and down with excitement, still in her pajamas and sock feet.

“What’s up?” Simon says sleepily, sipping his morning coffee.

“Yeah, seriously,” Baz groans. “Your high pitched squealing isn’t really helping me wake up, Bunce.”

“Micah’s coming!” Penny exclaims ecstatically. “Micah’s coming, Micah’s coming, Micah’s coming!” She dances around the room like a kid on Christmas morning. “He’s flying over next week, and now that it’s summer, he can stay with us for a while! Isn’t that great?”

Simon smiles. “That’s wonderful, Penny! Maybe he’ll finally get the guts to propose. Goodness knows it’s been long enough.”

“Oh, he won’t propose,” Penny dismisses. “He’s a bloody American, after all.”

“You never know,” Simon replies. “Right, Baz?”

Baz blinks and smiles faintly. “…Yeah. Of course.”

They’re busy all the time now, trying to decide where Micah’ll stay (”The sofa bed.” “But Penny–!” “You have your own room, Simon. I’m sure you and Baz can survive without the sofa for a little while.”) and how long he’ll be here (”His official excuse is that he’s ‘studying abroad,’ so he’s got at least a month!”) and where they’d take him (”The London Eye!” “Simon, it’s not like he’s never been to England before.” “So what? It’ll be fun for everyone.”) and all sorts of things. Honestly, Baz has never seen Penny so genuinely happy in all the time that he’s known her – she smiles all the time, and she hums little tunes when she does the chores. She spends hours on the phone, and she barely ever throws any snits when Baz comes over yet again, or when Simon accidentally spills the bleach everywhere or when he and Baz end up on the sofa for the night. Although that hasn’t really been happening as of late.

“I’m gonna go to work,” Baz mumbles.

Simon gives him a distracted peck on the cheek. “See ya later, Baz,” he says absently. He doesn’t make any surprise visits at Starbucks anymore. He doesn’t stay up till two so that he’ll be up when Baz finishes feeding anymore. He doesn’t even remember that Baz doesn’t have work on Saturdays.

He doesn’t even notice that Baz is –

Goddammit. Stupid Snow.

“Welcome to our flat, Micah!” That’s Penny.

“You can stay as long as you like.” Snow.

“Thanks guys. Really appreciate it.” There’s the American accent. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been so long. How are you guys doing?”

“Our last year at Watford was definitely a little… rough,” Penny again. “Living on our own has been so nice though, hasn’t it, Simon?”

“Oh yeah.” Snow. “Penny does all the chores.”

There’s a sound. Probably Penny swatting Snow’s arm.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry. But yeah, it’s been pretty great. Especially since Baz can – wait. Where’s Baz?”

“Baz?” the American asks.

“I thought he was with you, wasn’t he?” Penny says.

“No…” Simon sounds nervous. “Wait here.”

The footsteps draw close.

Snow opens the door.

“Baz. What are you doing?”

Baz shrugs demurely and stares at the ground. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Oh, Baz!” He sounds exasperated. “You’re never a burden, okay? I love you. Come out and say hi to Micah.”

Simon grabs Baz’s hand and pulls him out of the bedroom and into the living room area. “Micah, this is Baz. You’ve met him before, haven’t you?”

Micah blinks. “Weren’t you guys enemies or something?”

“Oh, I knew I forgot to tell you something,” Penny says.

Simon smiles and snakes his hand around Baz’s waist, pulling him in for a little kiss on the cheek. He blushes hard (mental note: don’t ever drink enough blood to blush, Baz), the warmth spreading uncomfortably to his neck.

“Oh,” Micah says.

“You’ll have to get used to it,” Penny tells him.

They talk for hours and hours and hours. Turns out the American isn’t half bad when it comes to knowing magical history and theory. Bunce still got him beat, though.

Simon’s hand doesn’t leave Baz’s waist for even a second.

And Baz is happy.

He did end up proposing, after all. She said yes.