Strings Of Fate

Chapter 41: Not normal.

                 Two weeks had passed since the discovery of the box. And things with Angel and his family issues hadn't moved much. With Aaron busier with work than before, and Angel not being called at all it left them hardly any time to discuss anything regarding that evening. Nor did they have a chance to discuss bringing this up to Molly. Angel still thought she deserved to know while Aaron wanted to spare her the heartache.

'Just focus on other things for right now.' Aaron had advised.

So for those two weeks, he'd been trying to do just that. Unfortunately being forced to lay low had its disadvantages. But staying inside with your boyfriend wasn't all bad.

Alastor had begun to become a little more comfortable around him in terms of touching. He didn't seem to mind Angel being in his personal bubble anymore. Sure he hadn't outright said it. But as Angel was coming to learn, Alastor's feelings were portrayed through his actions.

This proved true the other evening when they had been on the couch together. Alastor reading a book, and Angel texting Cherri. Without realizing it, Angel had begun leaning against Alastor's side, his head falling onto the taller man's shoulder. It hadn't been until a few minutes that he realized it.

Although when he went to move away Alastor had only muttered a 'you don't have to move.' He didn't seem uncomfortable by it, so Angel had returned to the spot. After that evening a few others like that one begun to occur.

It seemed those nights were more frequent. Just enjoying each other's company, doing their own thing while an idle old timely tune played in the background.

Unfortunately laying on Alastor's lap wasn't there yet. He'd tried that one evening and only received a warning glare from his boyfriend, who had grown tense with an uncomfortable smile.

The blonde didn't really mind, it was still progress.

Considering Alastor wasn't very good at expressing his affection, Angel had also taken the lead in just showing physical affection. Nothing big; Just small touches on the shoulder, arm, or hand. He was still working on kisses to the cheek and touching Alastor's face in general.

Kissing in general was something they were both working on. If either of them got the courage to do it. Although surprisingly, Alastor had managed to sneak in a kiss to the blonde more than he thought. When he wished him goodnight sometimes, or during their evenings.

But the kisses were never anything more than gentle or loving. Something Angel found he didn't entirely mind.

With Alastor, things didn't stop there. Angel would help the brunette prepare dinner most night, something they decided on without actually voicing it. Angel liked those times the best. Although it was strange that Alastor seemed to be eating more than he had previously.

Alastor was still a big mystery, there was no doubt about that. But he did open up a little. In their short time, he'd learned Alastor was mixed with something. It was just a brief topic after Angel pointed out the other male's skin tone.

They'd also talked about cooking a little when Alastor mentioned his mother teaching him. Although the topic would always be swayed or dropped when it was brought up. So Angel tried to avoid it.

Alastor had come to learn Angel was Italian during one of their many cooking sessions. (Or at least he hoped he was.) He had also found out that Angel wasn't entirely bad at cooking, he could cook a few dishes. But it definitely needed to work on that. And then sometimes they would lightly bicker of who was the best musician on the radio.