When Things Changed

Reaching out the free hand to gently touch Asterix’s face, Thatcher moved it slightly to stare into those sad eyes. The male wasn’t sure what he did wrong, if anything, but it was something that distressed the younger male even if he didn’t understand. He wanted to, but had a feeling it had to do with some of those talks that his brain just didn’t comprehend. They would sometimes be interested by calls from the father he had never met, talk with the young one about his opinions on how to take care of situations with what information he was given. Tests as Asterix called them, but not always at the same time.

Asterix was rather set on things that were going in his mind, even if he wanted to stay and pretend he didn’t know different. He knew his father would get wind soon enough, and if he considered it enough of a threat he’d stop it before it even started, and he knew the only person who could really change his mind would be him. Moving that warm hand away, it was no longer time for those sweet moments he wanted, he craved. Only making Thatcher all the more confused and worried about what could be wrong.

“What is it, Asterix?” He finally asked, staring at the brightly colored male even if he avoided his gaze.

Opening his mouth to talk, what was there to really say? He wished it didn’t end up like this? There were no ill intentions behind Thatcher’s acceptance to become the leader, if anything only meant well. He didn’t want to make Thatcher upset at his own choices, even if he wished he told him before. Maybe he was also just turning that blind eye to it all, hoping for a different outcome. This would be his only chance to say whatever he wanted, maybe even his last depending on what deals he had to make with his father after this.

“I, I think I like you.” Asterix managed, finally looking up to one of his first friends he had made. It was sudden, only adding more layers to this moment for the poor darker skinned male young in his years, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get this out before he left.

“I, like you too.” That was all he needed, quick to grab that face and take what was his own and Thatcher’s first kiss. Neither seemed to want to pull away, but eventually it had to be done as Asterix returned to avoiding eye contact. It was for a different reason now, but he didn’t linger long as he stole one more shorter kiss and now left his friend more confused about everything.

Pushing himself away, he was to his feet quickly and was off before he could be asked anything else. He only saw a glimpse of that hand he once held reaching for him, but he was gone before even an attempt to grab him was made.

Thatcher was left alone, lowering his hand as he took in the information given. Even as the underlings at the gate hooted and hollered, Thatcher didn’t react to them. Standing there a bit more in the cold, before turning and heading inside away from it all. Maybe the warmth would bring sense to it all, even if he knew he wouldn’t.