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I’m on a mission to fix the ep of hell i didn’t see, okay, bear with me!
13 -“ You’re lying, you’re blushing.” “Shut up, no I’m not!”
“Tin, open up!” Can calls as he knocks on the car’s window. Tin rolls the window down but doesn’t unlock the door. The last time Can was in his car he broke his heart, he doesn’t need a repeat performance.
“What do you want?” Tin asks coldly.
Can doesn’t answer right away, and Tin feels all the ice he wrapped around his heart melt at the sight of tears gleaming in Can’s eyes. Shit. He opens the door and Can slips inside without a word.
“I miss you,” Can blurts, eyes fixed on the dashboard in front of him. “I think about you all day long, and all I can see when I close my eyes is your face, and I wonder how you are all the time and I can’t even call because I’m the one who rejected you.”
Tin isn’t breathing.
“Can we go back to how we were before? Start again from there?” Can asks, finding the courage to look directly at Tin.
“No, Can,” begins Tin, and before he can finish his sentence Can is nodding, tight lipped, one hand already reaching for the door’s handle. Tin grabs his shoulder to make him stay, and they both freeze at the first contact they have had in weeks.
“Can,” Tin says slowly, trying to control his breathing. “I don’t want to go back to how we were before. It’s not enough for me, and you know it. I can’t be just friends with you, Can.”
“I know,” Can says, and there’s something in his expression that Tin doesn’t dare to trust. “Tin, I – I don’t want to be just friends with you either. Not anymore,” and there’s a hopeful look in his eyes that Tin can’t deny for the life of him. Can reaches for Tin’s hand tentatively, letting his own hang in the space between them, waiting for Tin to take the next step.
“Do you mean it?” Tin whispers, too choked up to talk any louder.
Can nods, and Tin takes his hand.
Later, after dinner, Tin drives Can home. Before Can leaves the car, Tin has something to ask.
“Tell me, did you change your mind because you missed my kisses?”
“What? No! I missed you as a whole!” Can says, gesturing vaguely to all of Tin.
“You’re lying, you’re blushing.”
“Shut up, no I’m not!” Can denies, his palms coming up to cover his cheeks.
“You are, and it’s terribly cute, and I’m going to kiss you again, alright?” Tin says as he leans forward into Can’s space. He stops before reaching him, letting him take the next step.
Can meets him in the middle, sighing against his lips, one hand coming up to cup Tin’s skull and hold him close. As close as they should always be.
The Last Good Bar 