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sweetpinkpixie · 10-20-2014, 04:55 AM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius closed his eyes as Gabriel spoke and squeezed his hand. He'd thought a lot about this. Lying in bed alone in Romania, wondering when the next owl would arrive, what the weather was doing in Cairo, whether Gabriel had purchased that ridiculous muggle motorbike. He was missing all of it. For what? To understand why the wildlife thrived or perished on the edges of a colony? To recommend to the Romanian ministry which charms would protect the muggle goat herds from sensing nearby predators and developing stress-related conditions? Anyone could do that. Not everyone had Gabriel.

Squeezing back, he opened his eyes. "If one comes up. But I don't plan to seek any out." His voice was steady and conveyed his sincerity. If something landed in his lap that was an irresistible opportunity, they'd talk. Applying for any or all research jobs that could land him Merlin knows where for who knew how long. That was not at all conducive to their grand adventures or an eventual family. And somewhere, though he wasn't entirely aware of it, it also had something to do with losing his dad. He wanted to be a present partner and parent and committing to a life of research and travel seemed incompatible.

"Besides," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "I didn't get into this field to be Newt Scamander. I just wanted to learn things." He smiled. "I can do that close to home."

Gabriel waited patiently while Tibs thought, closing his own eyes as he held his husband's hands as if doing so would somehow transmit whatever thoughts or images the man beside him was currently processing. He understood where Tibs was coming from, or at least could guess where this sudden burst had come from, so knowing what he knew about the past made him once again trace patterns with his thumbs over the back of Tibs' hands.

When the silence was finally broken between then, Gabriel's posture did not relax any. The situation was far too delicate and sincere to feel too at ease where they sat. He nodded, slowly, taking in each word and the way that Tibs' eyes reflected any hidden meaning beneath the surface. He only relaxed when he saw the smile, and was quick to return it. Although he still felt a tinge of guilt that maybe, just maybe, he may be the reason from keeping the love of his life from a diamond in the rough opportunity.

"Whatever 'appens, I'll be there to support you," he smiled before leaning over to place a soft kiss on his husband's lips. "Even if you suddenly decide to become zis generation's Newt Scamander." He could always take his writing with him if it came to that. Because, truth be told, while he was putting on the brave face now...he had found himself wishing over these past months that he had just packed up and gone with him rather than stay behind because of stability.

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