Cisco thinks about it, imagines what his apartment might look like
with a cat in it, curled up on one end of the couch, hopping into bed
with him at 5AM wanting food, laying between him and Hartley as they
sleep in on a Saturday morning. Then he pictures his life with a dog
there, a little one because his apartment isn't very big, jumping
against his knees when he comes home after work, sleeping in Hartley's
lap because even Cisco's dog would be able to sense Hartley's kind
soul.
"Maybe I'll get a dog," he says, sort of wistful, still half lost in
his imagination. "Would you go to the shelter with me?" he asks,
blinking his eyes into focus on Hartley's face. It makes sense,
because it was Hartley's idea, but also Cisco wants Hartley to like
his dog. They're not close enough for Cisco to be thinking about what
it might be like if they lived together, but if Cisco gets a dog he
wants to have it a while, and (he hopes) it might actually become a
factor. Then, and maybe it's too soon, but he feels like he should
find out anyway, he asks, "Would your rats be okay if there was a dog
in the house?"
He blushes then, way too far ahead of himself, and he hides his face
by taking a sip of his drink.
"I want more dates," he says then, blurting it out softly then smiling
in the face of his outburst. "If you want more too, of course. I'm
just, I'm really enjoying this one," he goes on, putting his left hand
on the table and reaching out because screw dinner, he's been missing
holding Hartley's hand since he let go of it. "I love karaoke," he
tells Hartley. "I love movies, and so far I'm really, really liking
being with you. I've never had a real boyfriend, and I know we've just
started this, but I definitely want a second date," he finishes with a
smile, realizing he's probably said too much, but it's too late to
take it back.
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Date: 2016-07-17 05:36 am (UTC)Cisco thinks about it, imagines what his apartment might look like with a cat in it, curled up on one end of the couch, hopping into bed with him at 5AM wanting food, laying between him and Hartley as they sleep in on a Saturday morning. Then he pictures his life with a dog there, a little one because his apartment isn't very big, jumping against his knees when he comes home after work, sleeping in Hartley's lap because even Cisco's dog would be able to sense Hartley's kind soul.
"Maybe I'll get a dog," he says, sort of wistful, still half lost in his imagination. "Would you go to the shelter with me?" he asks, blinking his eyes into focus on Hartley's face. It makes sense, because it was Hartley's idea, but also Cisco wants Hartley to like his dog. They're not close enough for Cisco to be thinking about what it might be like if they lived together, but if Cisco gets a dog he wants to have it a while, and (he hopes) it might actually become a factor. Then, and maybe it's too soon, but he feels like he should find out anyway, he asks, "Would your rats be okay if there was a dog in the house?"
He blushes then, way too far ahead of himself, and he hides his face by taking a sip of his drink.
"I want more dates," he says then, blurting it out softly then smiling in the face of his outburst. "If you want more too, of course. I'm just, I'm really enjoying this one," he goes on, putting his left hand on the table and reaching out because screw dinner, he's been missing holding Hartley's hand since he let go of it. "I love karaoke," he tells Hartley. "I love movies, and so far I'm really, really liking being with you. I've never had a real boyfriend, and I know we've just started this, but I definitely want a second date," he finishes with a smile, realizing he's probably said too much, but it's too late to take it back.