forever starts right now.
For Patater Week. Set in Careful the Tale You Tell verse.
It’s about two months into their relationship. (Their proper relationship, not the year of fumbling that led them there.) Kent’s bugging Alexei about his stuff taking up too much room in Kent’s dresser drawers. “Can’t we, like, pick a drawer that’s yours and you can have that one, so your shit isn’t all messed up with mine?”
“You’re wanting to share drawers?” Alexei says, merrily putting a pair of pants in right next to Kent’s pants, god damn it.
“At least can we fucking talk about it?”
“Pff. No, too early. We talk about it when we get married,” Alexei says breezily.
Kent nearly trips face first over his own dropped jaw.
And from then on, it turns into a thing.