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[gallowseyes]

He's only trying to help. He's still not able to cook more than eggs and toast successfully on his own without supervision, but he likes trying to help when Lee is cooking. He's chopping the ingredients for a salad when he slips, the knife biting into the side of his finger. He drops it, helping, immediately bringing his hand up to his mouth. It's not a big wound, but it's deep and the blood wells up scarlet.

"Fuck."

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[atehimrightup]

“You fucker,” Lee says with a grin, nuzzling into George’s palm. “I feel like I knew what you were saying. Or at least what I wanted you to be saying. I could have looked it up but I just— I wanted to wait.” He curls his hand around George’s wrist, kissing the middle of his palm. “For you to say it in a way that I could understand.”

Lee leans in and presses a soft kiss to George’s mouth. He still tastes copper, but it’s less important now. It doesn’t matter as much as George.

“What else have you confessed to me in French, hm?” He lets out a shivery breath and presses himself closer to George. “I want to hear it again.”

[gallowseyes]

"How much I want to be with you, always," he murmurs, kissing his way along Lee's bare skin. "How sex has never felt with anyone the way its always felt with you." He leans back so that he look up at Lee, and then he says it slowly. "I love you.".