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Room 121, Early Friday Evening

It's not exactly flowers and candles. Xander can do flowers and candles, and honestly he's the type who would, if Bridge were a girl. But he's not, and there's all this buzzing in Xander's brain when he asks himself if guys do stuff like that for themselves or just for girls in which case no, and if he's the kind of guy who just might be an exception to that, does it make him way too girly in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that he's dating a guy? So yeah, not so much because it makes his head hurt.

There's glitter, though. He really can't escape that, considering he's vacuumed three times and it's still twinkling in the carpet. There's also takeout from Ching Tai on the counter, something tall-ish in the corner with a sheet thrown over it, and music - not Steely Dan, it might confuse the frog - playing. Because he's fairly confident that guys can do music and still be guys.

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[For Bridge; I know y'all are shocked omg.]

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Bridge has a knapsack over one shoulder and is bouncing slightly as he knocks on the door.

"If you're selling make-up, we don't need any today," Xander says as he opens the door. "If it's vacuum cleaners on the other hand, c'mon in. There's glitter issues."

Bridge very carefully sets the knapsack out of the way.

Then? He pounces.

What? To him, it's been almost two days since this morning.

Xander's pretty good with - and at - being pounced. Even if he wasn't entirely expecting it this soon.

"And hi to you too," he says when he's finally not a pouncee.

"Hi," Bridge says, grinning widely. "Missed you."

"That's what you get for going to outer space without me," Xander tells him. He's not doing a real great job at pretending to pout about it, though, since he can't help sharing the sentiment and grinning back. Even if it's only been, well, hours, for him.

"I would have smuggled you along, if I could've," Bridge says. And he's actually serious about this, yes.

"Where, in your pocket?" Xander asks, snerking. "That might work the other way around, but..."

"Hey!" Bridge sticks out his tongue.

"Don't knock it!" Xander says, pulling him further into the room. "I wouldn't turn down a pocket Bridge that I could carry around with me everyplace."

"Well, actually..." Bridge says, glancing at the knapsack.

Xander looks over at it. "You had yourself cloned?"

"...Please tell me you didn't actually have yourself cloned? That would be really confusing."

"Nah," Bridge waves a hand. "You need a permit for that, and I don't have one." He rifles through the bag, until he comes up with a small box wrapped in shiny green paper, which he hands over.

Xander eyes the size of the box, in between making 'Oooh, present' faces. "There's a Bridge Carson action-figure?" he guesses as he starts to unwrap it.

Bridge laughs. "Only if you count the Dekaranger action figures."

"So in fact I could have little toy SPD-but-not people and stick 'em in compromising pos---whoa." Xander finally gets the box open after a narrow brush with taping himself to it, and stares at the contents. "Um. Wow. That's..."

"Do you like it?" Bridge bounces. "I tweaked it a little, so you can use it anywhere." Or anywhen. And of *course* there's a button there that can't be found on storebought models...

Xander turns the phone over in his hands, still pretty much stuck on whoa. "Anywhere? Like you did with Angel's? Like I can call here from home, that kind of anywhere?"

"Yeah, exactly like that." Bridge says with a nod.

Xander flips the phone open and stares harder at it than is probably necessary; it stops him from saying stuff before his brain can put filters on it.

...Because that totally works around Bridge.

"So I really can carry you around in my pocket." Yeah, that was worth the wait.

"Um," Bridge says quietly. "Yeah."

"So I guess you--" Xander trails off because dude. He just gave you a phone. That's a pretty good sign that he doesn't mind if you use it to call him.

Xander looks up and grins, and how it manages to be shy after four months and a rapidly-decreasing string of I Never's, he'll never know, but it does. "--might want your present?" he finishes, almost like it was the sentence he'd started.

Bridge notices the change in topic, but doesn't say anything about it, just grins back. "Sounds good to me."

"It's kind of... well, they're kind of, nowhere near the level of oh em gee wow that this is," Xander says, holding up the phone to look at it once more before setting it on the counter for the moment. "Thanks."

"You could get me a package of ballpoint pens and I'd still think it was the best thing ever," Bridge says honestly. "Because it was a gift from you."

Xander turning his back? That's entirely because he's walking over to the sheet-covered thing in the corner, and not because he's trying to hide the doofiest smile a human being has ever produced. Yup.

"There you go with the psychic powers again, ruining the surprise..."

If it's a package of ballpoint pens, it's a big one, since it's about as tall as Bridge. Xander points to it, indicating that Bridge should, you know. Unwrap it. As you do.

Bridge pulls the sheet away to reveal- a bookshelf with a green bow stuck to it. A rather familiar looking bookshelf, actually- the one that had been abandoned in favour of other things two months ago. With a book resting on one of the shelves.

He picks up the book and grins one of those "so wide it takes up your entire face" grins when he sees his name written with glitter on the cover.

"This? Is awesome." Bridge says, flipping the book open to the first page.

"The shelves were kind of always for you," Xander says, peeking over his shoulder. Well, okay, looming over his shoulder. "The book was a little more recent."

"Thaaaat's what you were doing, last weekend." Bridge says. "I knew you were up to something!" He's flipping through the rest of the book, occasionally tracing things lightly with the fingers of one hand. "I love it. I love *you*." He turns around, and kisses Xander soundly. "Thank you."

"I love you back." His tone is very, very serious.

Even when he adds, "And you front too."

"Dork." Bridge smiles and shakes his head.

"Dork with food, though," Xander points out, since his new phone isn't all that's on the counter. "That's rapidly getting cold, though since I'm a dork with a microwave I guess that might not be so big an issue."

"Food could be a thing," Bridge says, and his stomach makes a little rumbly noise in agreement.

"It's just Chinese, but I figured hey, that's where we had our first date, so..." Xander fetches cartons and boxes from the counter to the bed, because like he ever bought stools so you could actually sit at the counter? Not so much.

"It was a good figuring," Bridge says with a nod, moving to join Xander on the bed.

Xander pokes at a flake of blue glitter on the blanket. "That stuff's never coming off, is it. I'll be finding it in my clothes and hair for... the rest of my life, possibly?"

"Yes," Bridge says solemnly. "You are doomed to lead a glittery existence."

"Woe. People will constantly want to kiss me."

"I already do, even without the glitter."

"Yeah, but I'll have to spend all my time turning down people who aren't you, and flunk out of all my classes."

"Well, I couldn't fault their taste," Bridge admits.

"Yeah, but I like yours better." Xander leans over to refresh his memory of same. Which is totally getting dinner eaten, really.

"Then I shall do my best to provide them," Bridge says happily, kissing Xander back.

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