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Whizzer was always the most elegant person Marvin had ever met, (and for someone who grew up in high society, that was a lot to say) from the way he dressed, the way he walked, to the way he ate... oh well, maybe the latter not so much.
Well, the more he ate next to Whizzer (which went from once a week to every day after their two years apart) he noticed little details while he ate that made him look more... human.
You see, the first time they were together it was no secret that Whizzer wanted him for his money, so he would always make him take him out to fancy dinners from time to time, where his hair and clothes (courtesy of Marvin) were always just as perfect as his table manners.
Whizzer knew the difference between each fork and spoon on the table, and when to use them, something that Marvin never understood, for him, in the end, they all serve the same purpose, right? Thought he made the mistake of sharing with Whizzer, who just rolled his eyes and made an (unsuccessful) attempt to teach him table manners, getting only sex on the table out of it.
But every weekend they took Jason out for hamburgers ("seriously, Marvin, that kid has the same diet as you") Marvin noticed small details, which you could only notice if you knew where to look, because despite keeping his back straight, Whizzer had mustard on the corner of his lip, despite never leaving crumbs on the table, Whizzer licked the salt from his fingers left by the french fries, despite not having a single wrinkle in his clothes, Whizzer wore Marvin's favorite red hoodie.
So yeah, the next day, after leaving Jason with Trina, they were both at a wing restaurant, Whizzer ordered a huge plate of them (contrary to what Marvin thought he would order, since, to be honest, he was surprised from the excited face his lover made when he suggested this restaurant). By the time they both reached the bottom of their plate, Whizzer was covered in sauce, including his shirt, his hair all over the place, the salad on the side of his plate untouched, and the barely growing beard that circled his lips with a certain brightness that indicated traces of his beer, at that moment, at that precise moment, Marvin, if he ever doubted it, realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man in front of him.
“You have some sauce…mmm,” said the oldest of them pointing to his own face.
Whizzer took out a small mirror that he always carried ("really Whizzer?, you always look perfect") and looked at his reflection in it, Marvin expected him to run to the bathroom, but to his surprise -and discomfort from the tables around- Whizzer let out the loudest and most imperfect laugh that Marvin has ever heard, infecting him with it.
Yes, he definitely wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.