prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

He wants to tell the other he's an idiot. The kiss was completely unnecessary. Even if it makes his heart flutter.

Abel just clicks his tongue a bit but shifts to settle back down. He's quick to fall back asleep. He usually doesn't sleep well, yet the other makes it so easy to fall asleep.

Jonathan's family had gone to check up on the pair when Jonathan hadn't come back to say hello after taking Abel to his room. Sayre had simply smiled before pulling an extra blanket out of the spare closet in the hallway and draping it over the two, closing the door to let them rest until morning.

The same tender attention could not be said for when his sisters quietly half dogpile him out of his sleep with soft giggles, careful not to jostle their brother too much with Abel so close. To which he quietly grumbles before swatting at them to leave, they tell him to hurry and get up cause they wanted to meet Abel before they leave the room again, after leaving an outfit behind for the other.

Getting up was an effort all its own, he was too comfortable to want to get out of bed before he looks down at Abel, smiling gently before carefully sliding out of the other's grasp after a few long minutes and pulling the blanket moreover him while he went to get ready for the day. He's slow to wake up Abel when he returns, running through their usual routine of getting ready.

When they go downstairs, the family greets Abel like he's always been a part of the family. His parents were collecting ingredients and cooking tools from various places and placing them on the kitchen island. Jonathan's sisters easily bound up to their guest, each taking one of Abel's arms and asking where Jonathan had been hiding him for the other not to have visited sooner. His brothers, on the other hand, were seated on the barstools on the other side of the counter space, out of the way for now as they both raised a hand in greeting.

Jonathan looks a little worried at the sudden onslaught of attention his sisters are giving Abel before they drag him off to the living room. He rubs at the back of his neck with a sigh before turning to greet his parents and apologize for not coming back down to say hello when they arrived.

This had been the most well rested he had felt in awhile. He doesn't remember a time where he was so comfortable and at peace. Even the thoughts don't really seem to bother him so much. He wonders if this is what a normal home feels like. It seemed nice.

And he had no idea what to expect

He had charmed socialites aplenty. Knew how to play them like an instrument. Abel knew how to play a person because he had no personal stakes or interests in impressing people on a surface level. With Jonathan's family, it was completely different. There were no backhanded thoughts or snobby assumptions being made of him. It was just a genuine curiosity and-

Well, he was flustered. Shy even. He had never been so out of his element before. And it's probably knew for Jonathan too. To see Abel lose his composure in such an innocent way. A stutter of a greeting and answer before he glances at Jonathan as his sisters hook their arms around his and drag him off to the living room.

This trip was certainly one of firsts. Jonathan never expected to see Abel out of his element like this, it was almost adorable but it spoke volumes of what a simple change in an environment and the people in it could do. All he could really do is softly smile at him before being dragged off.

His sisters excitedly complimented Abel and his good looks as soon as they plopped on the couch, what started off as inspiration ramble quickly turned into asking Abel to model for them some time because he would be absolutely perfect for it to wanting to know more about him. His likes and dislikes, what he did for a living, and if their little brother had done anything to embarrass himself yet.

Of course, the last question catches the attention of his brothers who sneak away from the kitchen to lean off the couch edge because any dirt on their youngest sibling was too good to potentially pass up.

Jonathan is slow to realize what his siblings were up to as he took it upon himself to help his parents find the last few ingredients before noticing all four of them had somewhat surrounded Abel. A sight that never worked in his favor. He seems completely defeated on the thought of what they must have asked before his parents summon everyone to the kitchen to help out with the meal and dessert which usually ends with someone getting dusted in flour.

Its a moment of laughter, jokes, and reminiscing of stories the family wanted to tell Abel because what were guests for if not to embarrass someone. The meal itself equally carried the same energy.

In any other instance, he would possibly preen himself and rise to the conversation. It's the genuine interest and curiosity to learn more about him that catches him by surprise. he was so very used to being asked such questions by people who were just being polite and formal. People who didn't care about what you answered with and he had never answered back honestly because there was no need to. Here though, they wanted to genuinely know things about him.

And there was an issue with that, he was finding. He disliked plenty of things, but it wasn't like he thought about it and those things generally stemmed from his dislike of his father and work. He can't say he had any particular likes either. Abel didn't have any personal hobbies because he didn't have time for them. He absentmindedly wrung his hands as he tried to answer any of the questions; hands still bandaged and fragile (though he had forgotten all about it).

Answering questions about what he did for a living was easier to talk about. Politics and what came with it.

As for stories. Abel had plenty of those. Things like Jonathan accidentally spilling a drink on what was a particularly expensive dress or the one time Jonathan knocked someone into the fountain. While, others probably were far less pleased, Abel had found it quite hilarious. Not that he laughed out loud. That would be dreadful of him!

The meal is wonderful. It was nice. Abel couldn't help but dislike it in someway. Is wasn't anything that they did, but it was being in such a loving environment and seeing a family that wasn't fallen apart like his own. Perhaps he was envious. He wasn't sure. It was a bittersweet feeling.

He merely excuses himself to take a step out to take a smoke. They were a beautiful family and for all them easily including him, he wasn't sure if he belonged there. Abel lights a cigarette and takes a long drag before glancing back at the household as he exhales.

At first, the sisters were slowly beginning to think asking about likes and dislikes wasn't the best first question to ask. They were clearly curious and interested in what Abel had to say when he talked about politics since they weren't completely versed in that sort of thing, especially on Mage terms. The fashion world offered very little a view into such a world.

The siblings ate up Abel's stories about Jonathan messing up on the job, grinning as they looked over at their younger brother. To which Jonathan simply accepts his fate at the ammo Abel just provided them.

Jonathan enjoyed the meal, not so much being the one most picked on by everyone's stories but it allowed for a good time nonetheless. He can't help the pang of worry that maybe all of this was overwhelming to some degree but he doesn't follow as Abel gets up for a smoke, letting him have a breather from being at the table. At some point though, Sayre is the one that gets up and follows after. Smoking wasn't so much a habit of hers but she still kept a pack in a drawer if the need or excuse was there.

"Spare a light?" She asks, holding out a cigarette before leaning against the wall of the house. She's quiet for a moment as she looks up at the sky, "You know... I didn't think I'd get another opportunity to see you again."

It was a long time ago but the two had met before, even if Abel didn't remember. Sayre never did forget that job or having to work for Abel's father once before.

Abel merely holds his lighter out to her. Not to be rude, but the shake in his hand is telling enough that it'll probably be easier for her to just use it than for him to fuss with it with his banged up fingers.

It isn't that he doesn't remember her, but that she was also a distant memory. And memories are very fickle to Abel who had trouble telling what might be his own and what might not be his own. It wasn't like he can experience other memories that weren't his own, but he could barely parse thoughts apart that memories were shaky. That's really just an excuse though. His memories are faulty because he just doesn't remember a lot and what he does remember weren't pleasant. What pleasant (and he remembers every moment of those) memories he does have he cherishes closely because they were so far and few inbetween, but they didn't play in his head like they were his. It was like watching an old, faded film more like.

"I can't say it's surprising that you two would be related." He taps his cigarette absentmindedly. "So why would you want the opportunity to see me in the first place? I was just a dumb kid." He doesn't remember how he was, but just that he spent a lot of time alone if he couldn't be with his mum. "Hardly memorable."

Sayre takes the offered lighter with care, lighting her cigarette before holding it back out towards Abel, "Is it that obvious? The similarity?" She asks.

Out of all the clients she's worked with, young and old, there were a handful that she would never forget and Abel happened to be one of them. His childhood situation wasn't the first she'd seen on the job but it was one that stuck with her for more reasons than one. His mother's words have haunted her for some years now, on and off with the worry that stuck along with it.

She takes a drag of her cigarette before dropping her hand with a smile, "I think you're selling yourself a bit short there. You were quite the little darling back then... though you still have that same sad look in your eyes. Always trailing after your mother whenever you could or helping the staff when they'd let you." She remarks, dropping her gaze from the sky, fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers. "I hear your father is still as much of a dick as when I used to work for him."

Working for a man like that wasn't easy and left a terrible taste in her mouth after that contract was over and dealt with, and now her son was in the same position as she was. "The last time I saw you, your abilities hadn't manifested yet which... would explain a lot." Sayre tilts her head, obviously reminiscing on something Abel's mother once said, that at the time, she didn't quite understand.

"You don't think so?" Abel raises an eyebrow. Maybe they feel similar. Their thoughts don't stray too differently, but he had recalled her being kind. kinder than he usually would have expected someone in the position she was hired for. Perhaps that was merely because he was young and innocent and he didn't understand cruelty yet. He had yet had to suffer so heavily.

Abel takes the lighter back before furrowing his brows. "Isn't that how kids are? Always darling and then they grow up." He doesn't talk about looking sad. He isn't interested in getting personal. Doesn't want to become personal, so he speaks generally. About children and how they're all like that. They grow up to be kind like Jonathan or cold like his father. He doesn't think about always wanting just a bit of attention even if it was from the staff. He doesn't want to talk about himself so vulnerably. "Well, all politicians are. I find that I'm not particularly pleasant during meetings either." Which is also not what she means. Both of them know, but Abel continues to try and not put any of his personal feelings in.

And then he freezes up. He stops breathing and he feels a moment of panic. It shouldn't have come to a shock that Jonathan has told his family about his abilities, but it makes him no less nervous. It wasn't something well known and had been a heavily guarded secret. No one that left staff kept any knowledge of those particulars. Like it was dirty and something that others shouldn't know about him. Abel swallows and finally remembers to breath. Tries to keep himself steady but he's fussing with his cigarette now. "Even if you had known, you wouldn't have gotten to keep those memories," Abel replies carefully.

"I never really gave it much thought, to be honest," Sayre replies with a little shrug. Jonathan didn't live at his parent's home anymore nor was he a part of the organization that his parents and brothers were a part of and regularly saw each other at. So the thought of the two of them being similar never really crossed her mind.

"After raising five of my own and babysitting countless others, not every child is the same. Take them for example, each one of them was a tiny terror and not nearly as well behaved." She says with a huff of a laugh as she motions back to the house before the smile slowly disappears. She's seen children that were well-loved, those in similar situations to Abel, those that were worse off or had a constantly hovering parent that judged their every move.

She almost gets lost in her head trying to remember all those faces, how some grew up to be if she was rehired for a particular contract but she's quick to shake the thought as Abel comments on his father's behavior on being a politician. She only replies with a soft hum as if considering it to be an appropriate answer when they both know it wasn't.

Sayre was more in tune with a body's subtleties than Jonathan due to the level of expectation expected of her so the held breath doesn't go unnoticed, raising a hand up to mean no harm, "Easy. I'm the only one who knows... because I made him tell me more about you... only fairly recently though." She felt the need to both reassure and explain herself, she opens her mouth to speak more but doesn't. Instead a thought rings out, I just wanted to try and understand what your mother once said.

She pushes herself off the wall and takes a few steps forward towards a small table to tap the ashes off into a hardly used ashtray, "You say that like being psychic is a one in a million type of ability. There are more like you than you know." She takes one final drag of the cigarette before putting it out.

There's an almost pained expression when she turns to face him again, "He really sweeps that kind of information under the rug like that?" She pauses, "Every time?"

He bites his tongue on the matter. Perhaps he would have been a little miscreant if he had not so desperately sought his father's approval. Just even a moment of acknowledgement from the man. He had never been his father's favorite. He had never been anyone of interest to his father.

He had merely hoped that he could be good enough that his father with look at him.

A foolish thing to seek, but he wasn't about to talk about that. "Well, it certainly sounds like you didn't love them any less for being as such." He tries to keep his tone neutral. He refuses to let himself be bitter. He had already accepted his father's disdain or so he keeps telling himself.

Abel clutches his cigarette between his thumb and index finger a little too harshly. He feels the slight burn on his fingers and loosens his grip. He swallows and he wonders if it's audible because it sounds so loud in his ears. Only drowned out by her thoughts. Had his mother spoken about him to others? He wasn't privy to such things when he was still young and only showed signs of being an excellent mage.

"I don't know." It isn't said to be belligerent but as probably the most honest statement he has actually said to her. It isn't that he didn't know intellectually. It would be foolish of him to think he's the only one, but it's also hard to feel like he isn't completely alone.

Not when it has done nothing but caused a rift between him and anyone else. "It has never been mine to tell," Abel replies after a moment. The bitterness in his tone is obvious. It was his abilities, but it was never his to speak about. It was something to be hidden away in his father's drawer as medical records or in a contract where the information was never one for someone to keep. His father decided who knew. Who would receive it and who would lose that knowledge.

It didn't feel like it was his even.

Even now. The information had been given to Sayre by Jonathan who had been given such details by his father.

He smiles, but it isn't one of happiness. "It wouldn't be very smart to let just anyone on a trade secret, after all." Because that's what it was to his father. Something of use to further his business.

"I didn't. I always thought that if you brought life into the world, it was your duty as a parent to give your kid unconditional love no matter the circumstance or situation." She says softly, letting the subject drop. They always say your perspective changes once you have children of your own and Sayre never really believed it until the day it actually clicked.

To wipe the memory of such valuable information would have its benefits if you were as high standing at his father was. She gets it. But it doesn't make it any less awful. Every bodyguard being hired, wiped once the contracts were over so such information couldn't be potential sold off or told to someone else's benefit. Jonathan must obviously know those same conditions and yet, even she wonders how that would go now seeing how attached her son was to his charge.

That would be heartbreaking to see at the end of this.

Sayre's heart aches as Abel says that his abilities were never his to tell. She huffs a breath as she brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, dropping her hand after a few moments, brows furrowed, "It will always be yours first before its anyone else's. Don't let anyone tell you any different especially that man." She says with a bit of a bite in her tone, knowing that was easier said than done especially with how long its been going on for.

There's a bit of a half smile that she gives as she shakes her head, "Trade secret... man I might just end that man myself." She jokes but the thought had always been there since the first day she met Abel's father and maybe she should've followed her gut instinct back then, suffered whatever consequences it might've presented. The past was done and dealt with and there wasn't any use thinking about what could've been.

She walks back to her former spot, tilting her head as she looked in Abel's direction, "You're more than welcome to stay here, ya'know. You don't have to go back there..."

Abel can't help the way he crushes the lit cigarette in his hand. "Do not-" He tries to keep his voice steadied, but he can't help but be irritated with her words. The only thing keeping him grounded is the burning pain he can feel in his fingers. "Do not lecture me. My life has not belonged to me in two decades and I won't have someone tell me I have a luxury I do not have," he says in a harsh and hushed tone.

He watches the crushed cigarette fall to the ground for a moment before he finally bends down to pick it up. It doesn't bother him so much and he doesn't know if that's merely because he's used to the pain or if because his hands still ache, so it all feels the same at this point. "I do not have the freedoms many others probably have. That is how it is." Even if he resented it, there was only so much he could do.

A sigh as he moves to place the ruined cigarette in the ash tray and digs for his box of cigarettes to shake another one out. "He's an old bastard, but he's a powerful old bastard," Abel says with a shrug. He fusses with his lighter before he gets his new cigarette lit. Abel places the new cigarette into his mouth.

And there's a moment where he's quiet before he responds. "It's not that easy. I'm on borrowed time." A fact that makes him somewhat anxious.

That wasn't a reaction she was expecting from the other but knows she was in the wrong, "I apologize. That was... incredibly insensitive of me..." Sayre hadn't pressed Jonathan for any in-depth details about Abel, she was only giving parental advice when she didn't know the full scope of the hardships Abel had gone through.

His mother certainly wasn't messing around when she said that life would be cruel to him. She's quiet for a little while before Abel comments on his father being a 'powerful old bastard', she doesn't disagree with it because she remembers what the man was like but she also knows there might be others much more powerful than him too. But saying such wouldn't make this any better.

Sayre would've offered to help with the cigarette but she had already pressed a button too far with the other. It was best to hang back.

"This place will always be open to you, should you ever need it in the future." She replies before placing a hand on Abel's head for a moment, "You're a good kid, Abel. A good kid who was dealt a cruel hand but do try to enjoy the borrowed time you do have, okay?" She says with a soft smile before she leaves Abel behind for a short walk down the street to mull over some thoughts and process some years worth of self-inflicted guilt.

Its some time of Abel being left alone before Matthew, her husband that works alongside her, pokes his head out of the door, completely surprised to see Abel alone and Sayre not being with him like he had assumed. He asks where she might've run off to before he follows in whatever direction her scent leads him to.

He regrets it a little; not keeping his temper in check. He doesn't like the bitter taste of her feelings in the back of his throat. Abel takes a drag from his newly lit cigarette to try and drown that awful feeling down. An anxious tapping of his foot that betrays his attempt to seem calm.

And he knows he wants to be mad. Be upset. It was easier to be mad and to focus his feelings on anger than to focus on that feeling of helplessness. But Sayre places her hands on his head and all that anger leaves his body leaves his body. That gesture and her smile before she steps away to leave reminds him, for just a moment, of his mother and he feels something break just a little. A shaky breath and he rubs at his eyes a little.

How he misses his mother.

Abel has all but regained his composure by the time Matthew addresses him and disappears to find Sayre. He finally finishes whatever cigarette he was on (he had lost track) before making his way back into the house. He had stepped out to clear his head and breathe a bit, but he feels like that he accomplished neither.

Sayre has all but made it to the end of the street, standing at the corner before Matthew had finally caught up with her. She rambled under her breath about scenarios that could've been if she had done more to help back then. If she just broke her contract or if she had lashed out or said something. Maybe things could've played out differently. If only she had done more. As if she was ever in a position of power to do anything but be an obedient hired guard.

Matthew offers some comfort to the best of his abilities before guiding his wife back in the direction of the house.

When Abel walks back into the house, everyone had gone to do their own thing for a bit while leaving Jonathan in the room to finish washing the stack of dishes and one of his brothers was putting leftover food into tupperware containers and into the fridge before he too, eventually leaves. Leaving only the two of them in the space.

"You doing okay? You were out there for a while." He asks, stopping the task he was working on and wiping his hands off. Jonathan had expected his parents to come back alongside him but they hadn't and he wonders what might've happened out there.

There's a twitch in his hand and there's a moment of wanting another cigarette already. A terrible habit, but one of the only things he ever had to deal with his nerves. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he had nothing better to do with them and the last thing he needed to do was start fussing.

Also, it was probably better not to let the other see his new burns, though Jonathan might smell it.

It takes him longer to form a proper answer. "I feel as though I might be inconveniencing your family and yourself," he finally says. Abel just can't help but feel somewhat out of place and that him being here was only causing issues more than anything. "I'm fine, though I suppose I may have upset your mum."

Jonathan notices the faint smell of burnt material but he doesn't question it, assuming it had something to do with whatever happened outside and knowing the burn scars the other has on his hands, they were likely related. He rounds the counter and walks over towards the other, giving Abel a reassuring smile, "You're not being an inconvenience here, I promise you."

He wanted Abel to be comfortable but he can understand why the other might be feeling that way.

"She'll be fine. I kind of figured she might get a bit emotional if she got the chance to speak to you after what she asked me to tell." He rubs at his own arm as he glances away for a moment, "I apologize for that... it must've comes as a surprise. We normally don't discuss work at home but she was very persuasive." He tries to explain.

Jonathan hadn't known that his mother had a job with Abel's family before until just recently, he'd mention Abel before once or twice in as little detail as possible for advice when he was still new into this contract.

"Hmm." He makes a sound in the back of his throat, but doesn't push it. He isn't quite convinced, but he doesn't argue either. He feels too out of place to take Jonathan's words at face value, despite his thoughts not betraying the other in anyway.

"I remember her," Abel replies with a bit of a shrug. "I wouldn't say it was a surprise, but I didn't expect me to leave any lasting impression. I'm a dime a dozen, so she had no reason to remember me." For being extraordinary at magic, he didn't find himself as someone worth remembering. He ignores the many obvious why he feels that way.

He folds his arms over his chest and he pauses for a moment. "You told her." It isn't accusing, surprisingly enough. More resigned.

For some reason, Jonathan wasn't expecting the other to remember her so now he stands corrected. "You underestimate how rare working alongside children is in our line of work." He replies, out of everyone he's ever worked for in his career, children and repeated clients are the only ones that ever stand out for him. Though, he can't fully speak for his mother in that regard because her client list is far more extensive than his.

"I didn't mention it at first." He starts, "I... had no intention of telling her at all until she started to press for more information as to if your mother still lived with you and wondered how things were without her and as soon as i accidentally let it slip, she just... stopped asking." He furrows his brows as he recalled that conversation.

Jonathan didn't know about the history his mother had with Abel's, Sayre refused to speak about it. The tiny slip of information seemed like a final piece to puzzle she had been trying to finish for years.

He felt like he betrayed Abel's trust by telling her such a crucial part of him that his father took to great lengths to keep on a need to know basis. Jonathan trusted his mother enough to know she wouldn't anything with such information; she wasn't that kind of person.

"I was a mostly quiet child," Abel retorts. It hasn't even occurred to him that perhaps his idea of him not being memorable was more of a twisted view of himself. One built from neglect.

Abel taps his foot for a moment as he mulls over Jonathan's words for a moment. "You read your contract fully when it was given to you, yes?" He purses his lips as he continues to go over his thoughts before continuing. "That isn't...You don't get to keep that knowledge when you leave." And Abel says it with the full knowledge that it was unlikely that Jonathan won't eventually be fired.

It stopped being about trying to make the other fed up enough to quit, but a resignation that Jonathan's employment was temporary.

"And it is I who does it," he finally says. His father did not care to do the dirty work and Abel never really had issue before about it. There's something painful about it now though. It wasn't that Jonathan would forget him, but removing particular details about himself from Jonathan's memories left a bitter taste. "Your only saving grace is that your contract wasn't made by magic. I had gone through enough people that I suppose my father felt no need to bind you by magic, or it would have been over when you let it slip." A misstep on his father's part, but he guesses that it was tedious to keep doing it if they were going to quit within the first few months.

And Abel was not about to make it known that information was leaked.

Abel being a quiet child growing up fit with the assumption he had made without knowing the specifics but rather basing off how he was an adult.

"Of course, I did." The conditions of his position made it necessary to read any documents in full, even if there was small print included. He wouldn't skip out on the details that kept him employed but he realizes the ripple effect leaking information might have if Abel's father ever found out.

Jonathan's brows furrow and he bites the inside of his lip at the new information of Abel being the one to wipe certain details from memory and not his father. He didn't like that. Despite knowing it was always bound to eventually happen, it didn't make it hurt any less.

"Guess I was just lucky in that regard. Though, you made it rather difficult in the beginning there, I was so close to wanting to quit." He raises his hand to make a tiny space between his index finger and his thumb as he joked about having thought about quitting despite the fact, he wouldn't and didn't.

He reaches out to cup the side of Abel's face as he gives the other a soft smile, "It'll be fine. You do what you have to when the time comes. Its not like I'd completely forget you, right?" Jonathan asks as if that was some possibility, which he hopes it wouldn't. He's not sure what he'd do if he'd completely forgot about him and he doesn't want to linger on that thought either.

"Besides, if I get the opportunity to see you again after all this, under better circumstances, I'll get to relearn those parts of you again." Maybe he sounds too optimistic that they'd meet again in the future whether he's contract ended naturally or he was fired but he refuses to believe this would be the only time he'd see Abel.

Abel can't help but click his tongue at that. "You should have. I stand by it," he replies with a bit of a huff. There's a lack of bite in his words, but he doesn't mean it any less. Though, he doesn't know if it would be for Jonathan's sake or his own.

Yet, he leans into every touch Jonathan gives him. His heart flutters with smile. "You wouldn't, but is that really better?" It would be better to completely forget, wouldn't it? Jonathan remembering him would be much more painful than forgetting him completely wouldn't it? Are memories of him that valuable to the other?

And he really can't figure the other out. How can they be so optimistic? Better circumstances? Relearn things? Why is Jonathan so sure that they would see each other again? "What makes you think we'll see each other again? You seem so sure that there will be a future for us." He doesn't even mean one between them. Just this implication that they'll interact again.

As mind boggling as Jonathan's actions and thoughts were, there was something so endearing and sweet about it. Or maybe it was merely because he never had anyone be so loyal to him in such a heartfelt manner. Perplexing, honestly.

All Jonathan can do is smile playfully, "You should've tried a little harder." It wouldn't have changed the outcome, he thinks, but it probably would've driven him up the wall.

There is a flash of pain in his expression as his thumb brushes over Abel's cheek, "I'd rather lose a fraction of you than all of you." He wouldn't trade any of the memories he had of Abel for anything in the world. He'd rather yearn than completely forget as if all this time together never existed.

It took so long to earn Abel's trust, to see him smile that wasn't completely forced, to watch him look at the world outside of the cage his father kept him with such wonder, the soft moments where is other wasn't completely awake. Those moments, among others, were irreplaceable.

Jonathan tilts his head at the question, "I'm no seer... Its just a feeling I have." He knows its a naive answer to give but its all he has. Jonathan has seen the people at the events and meetings he accompanies Abel to, it wouldn't be difficult to be hired by one those families after his contract was over or if he was fired. The only worry his has with the latter is his name could easily be sullied by his father in this particular circle if that man wished it.

It wouldn't stop him from trying to seek the other though, even if it would be difficult.

"You're unnecessarily stubborn. Git," Abel says. He can't help the slight upturn of his lips. A fond expression despite his admonishing.

The expression. The feeling. The taste. It actually manages to make Abel a small gagging sound. He doesn't like it. Decidedly, he doesn't want to experience that again. Decidedly, he realizes, how much he wants Jonathan to be happy.

As far as revelations go, this was honestly pretty underwhelming. He knew of this already deep down. Denial, he finds, clings to your mind and destroys reason. And love was, well, something of a foreign emotion and experience. Yet, Jonathan seemed intent on giving it to him in spades.

He should say something in response. To Jonathan not wanting to lose him completely. To still want to see him even once everything falls apart. Instead, he wraps his arms around Jonathan's neck to pull him into a kiss. Probably a bit awkward to kiss him in his home where his siblings and parents can easily walk in on them. Frankly, he doesn't care.

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