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"I've been freaking out for a month, honey. Just wanted to find you and tell you. You deserved that." He nudges their foreheads together.

"You don't know how many times I nearly slipped and told you," says Jack, settling down with his head on the pillow, turned to face Poison so that they can carry on talking.

"You could've told me," he murmurs. "Maybe I wouldn't've known what to do or say. But you could've told me, Jack. I'm all about honesty and feelings."

"Yeah, I know you are," he says, combing his fingers through Poison's hair, gently. "It just...felt too big, you know? Too quick, maybe?"

"It is big," he admits. "And it is quick. But I'm not regretting it." Poison settles down more, resting his head on the pillow near Jack's.

"No?" asks Jack, brown eyes searching Poison's face for a moment. "Sure?"

"I don't know how to go slow. Just don't let go," he murmurs, giving Jack a tender kiss.

Fumbling for one of Poison's hands, Jack threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand. He leans into the kiss, making a soft sound.

"Fuck," he murmurs. "Guess we're doing this now."

"We've been doing it for a while, baby." He bushes his thumb across Jack's. "We're just on the same page now."

"Feels different now, though," says Jack, he frowns. "Somehow."

He nods, acknowledging the little shift in their relationship. Things clicking into place. He kisses Jack again. "All wrapped up in you, baby. I'm here."

"Say it again?" says Jack, his free arm curled around Poison's waist, holding him close. "I don't think I'm going to get used to hearing it."

"I love you," he murmurs, easing closer when Jack's arm slides around him. He kisses Jack's nose.

"I keep having to fight asking you if you're sure," says Jack, laughing a little at himself. "I...I don't think that reflects on you."

"I keep asking you if you're sure," he points out. He presses against Jack as much as he can and strokes Jack's hair back. "I'm with you, baby. And I might not say those three words as often as I should. But if you need to hear it, I will."

That does settle something in Jack's chest, some skittish, trembling thing. He presses back against Poison, leaning into the touch in his hair. "I don't want to, like, drag it out of you just because I'm feeling insecure."

"You're not dragging it out of me. I feel it, Jack. I just don't always say it. So if you need me to... it's okay to ask." He kisses Jack again and brushes his fingers down the center of his chest.

"When did you figure it out?" asks Jack, stroking his fingers over Poison's hand, pressing it more smoothly against his chest. "How long have you known?"

"After you came for me, when I had that shit on my back," he admits softly. "I was having really strong feelings about you before that, but I knew then."

"What else was I going to do?" he asks, just as softly. "You needed me."

"You could've decided it was too much. That you don't need that in your life. But you didn't. And you handled me when I was in a really dark place."

Jack leans in and presses a kiss against his mouth, his cheek.

"Ask me," he says. "Ask me when I knew."

Poison smiles small and touches their foreheads together. "When did you know?"

"That night I dyed your hair," he says, blushing at the admission. "When we sat in the bathroom and you drew me."

"Seriously?" Poison smiles, he can't help it, because it just seems... It's so early in their friendship, but also such a weird moment.