"Brett, I don't know what's going on"
Eddy broke the silence of their afternoon work session, and promptly pointed a finger at the elephant in the room. Figuratively speaking, not that they somehow managed to squish a 10-ton elephant into Eddy's small 20qr living room.

No, that'd be impossible, and hilarious, and maybe not good for the elephant as well as the modest amount of furnitures they have pooled money to buy at the beginning of TwoSet.

He was getting off track, wasn't he? Brett looked back to the brown eyes of his best friend, but didn't find any word in himself to say back.

He hmmed to acknowledge it nonetheless, as Eddy's browns started to furrow and an annoyed look was shot toward him. A slight tilt of head to the left and hand on his chin to signal to his partner that he needed more time to answer this one.

In fact, Brett has feared those words for a while, waiting for them with the bated breath and dreading anticipation. The shorter violinist must confess, he knew it would come. Had read it between the crease of Eddy's browns, the way his arm awkwardly halted in the middle of motion, uncertain of its place before landing on his shoulder, a tad too high to be a goal of its previous course of motion. Or maybe it's in the close proximity of Eddy's hands to his own, always looking like they're reaching out?
Nevertheless, Brett had known it for awhile but be waw too much a coward to say a word about it, despite the similar growing pressure in his chest. He wasn't sure what he wanted for himself. And their whole life. It's complicated, since the decision itself would turn not only their relationship, but their whole life, private and career wise, upsised down. Brett briefly wondered since when had their life intertwined to that extent, and if it's really healthy to do so, being so much a part of one's life and let them be such a centre of yours. Was it codependency? What he and Eddy had?
They practically breathed the same air with each other, spent so much time in other's space and deeply ingrained in other's life, that, sometimes, Brett felt some parts of him were missing when the seperation was too long. Would it be even a space for one more person, or maybe two more (one for Eddy of course), if they ever wanted to marry other people? He must admit, he hadn't thought about ut for a long time, no longer felt the need for that. Would it be possible for someone to get between them two, and would it be possible for that extra squish to be comfortable, when music filled and cemented all the gaps between Brett's and Eddy's life already?

It would be impossible, he decided. His heart sung with that and if the way his stomach loosened and his shoulders sagged indicated anything, it was a right decision.

So Brett switched off his thinking mood and swiftly got up, leaning his body over the table in order to bring his face closer to his beloved's one.  Eddy held still through the whole court of action, face passive saving from one slightly rose eyebrow and the way his body involuntarily leaned back. At this distance, he can see the way his pupils slowly blew up, swirling deeper and deeper, drowning Brett with their sweetness until he gave it and peaked their owner on the lips. The chuckle rumbled through their connection and a whispered 'took you long enough' against his lips, before a hand on his nape pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Brett happily obeyed.