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“Thomas, Thomas, Thomas, Thomas, Thomas!”
Thomas glanced up from his laptop, smiling, a little confused, and raising an eyebrow.
“Roman, you now have my attention.”
The creative side reached forward, grabbing Thomas’s face in his hand and moving forward until they were only inches apart.
“I love you,” Roman said seriously.
Thomas laughed. “I love you, too. Is that all?”
Roman gasped, fake-offended, leaning back just enough to press the back of his hand to his forehead. “You dare diminish my infinite love for you? My love, I’m offended.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Thomas teased, taking Roman’s free hand and squeezing it.
Roman sighed, flopping into Thomas’s lap, laying across it, and looking up at him. “You don’t appreciate me.”
The effect of this statement was somewhat ruined by the fact that he was smiling.
“I appreciate you plenty, Roman,” Thomas continued, running his fingers through Roman’s hair. “You do know I love you, right?”
“I do.”