He didn't know what to think.
On one hand, he felt bad that Greengrass had heard about the engagement through the papers, because in hindsight that seemed like the sort of thing that should have come from his own mouth; but on the other hand, he didn't usually consider how his lovers might feel about that sort of things, because... well, he'd never been engaged before. And even if he had, the idea of considering Tatiana's feelings when deciding who to bring to his bed—especially a man—was mildly absurd even if he intended to visit her bed in a few month's time. Greengrass hadn't said anything to suggest he was mad, but he was far less wordy than he usually was, and after overthinking it Valerian had settled on the idea that he was either upset or confused. Maybe both. Or maybe he really just was being sincere, and Valerian liked the idea of his lover being jealous.
But maybe not. He didn't know what to think.
What he had decided was that he was going to go about this evening in the same way he went about every other. He sat on the sofa, waited for the green flames to light up in his fireplace, and then moved to his feet before Greengrass could even enter the room properly.
And then he was there.
"Hey," he replied smoothly, moving across the floor without hesitation. Valerian stopped in front of Greengrass and reached out, touching his hand to the other man's shoulder—a gesture of affection, but also one to gauge his reaction. "I missed you."
On one hand, he felt bad that Greengrass had heard about the engagement through the papers, because in hindsight that seemed like the sort of thing that should have come from his own mouth; but on the other hand, he didn't usually consider how his lovers might feel about that sort of things, because... well, he'd never been engaged before. And even if he had, the idea of considering Tatiana's feelings when deciding who to bring to his bed—especially a man—was mildly absurd even if he intended to visit her bed in a few month's time. Greengrass hadn't said anything to suggest he was mad, but he was far less wordy than he usually was, and after overthinking it Valerian had settled on the idea that he was either upset or confused. Maybe both. Or maybe he really just was being sincere, and Valerian liked the idea of his lover being jealous.
But maybe not. He didn't know what to think.
What he had decided was that he was going to go about this evening in the same way he went about every other. He sat on the sofa, waited for the green flames to light up in his fireplace, and then moved to his feet before Greengrass could even enter the room properly.
And then he was there.
"Hey," he replied smoothly, moving across the floor without hesitation. Valerian stopped in front of Greengrass and reached out, touching his hand to the other man's shoulder—a gesture of affection, but also one to gauge his reaction. "I missed you."
