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It's tasty, but Ken likes more meat on his pizza. What? He's a barbarian at heart. Ken stared at Mamoru for a long moment, then glanced away, tucking back into his pizza, but not quite as quickly as before.

Mamoru continued eating him, only watching him through his lashes.

He finished his pizza quickly, then stood to go get another piece, pausing to ask Mamoru if he wanted more as well.

"I'm fine. But thank you."

Mamoru sighed and watched him go, worrying at the pizza crust. For a moment he looked just like Omi.

He returned a moment later, the slice of pizza in his hand already half gone.

"You sure? You haven't eaten much."

"Some of us aren't bottomless pits, Ken." And he'd had salad, earlier. He smiled, watching him.

This time, it was Ken's turn to shrug a little as he nibbled on the pizza.

"I'm just happy I was actually hungry today. It's the first time since I died."

"I know." Not that he's been monitoring you, or anything, Ken. Just a feeling he had.

"... so I'm seeing that as good news, and what's next is me sleeping for more than three hours at a time, so... you don't need to stay with me anymore."

No, Ken. That didn't sound stilted or rushed at all. He sighed and gnawed on the leftover pizza crust, more than a little flustered that his well thought out spiel didn't go so well.

"... unless you wanted to."

Mamoru raised an eyebrow at him. "Just so I'm clear. You insisted I stop working so I could come over here, so you could tell me you didn't want me over here?"

He wasn't upset, he was just clarifying.

Ken sighed and leaned back, letting his head roll back.

"I mean, you don't have to stay with me at night anymore."

"Maybe. But I will."

Mamoru sat across from him, watching calmly.

"You might as well bring some things over, then. Clothes and stuff."

Really, it all sounded better in his head.

"Are you asking me to move in?"

He'd just have to bang his head later. He took a moment to clear his throat and lick his dry lips.

".. yeah. I am."

"Alright."

Mamoru shook his head, chuckling softly. "You could just ask."

Ken blinked at him for a moment, then reached up to rub at the bridge of his nose, smiling a little.

"You know, I actually planned on doing just that but it seems like my grand plan failed."

Mamoru laughed softly, shaking his head and watching him.

"You may have over thought it."

"Maybe so. I have a bad habit of doing that."

He let the smile grow a little more, the sound of Mamoru chuckling at him soothing the sudden rush of nerves he'd felt.

Mamoru watched him, then nodded.

"I'll stay as long as you need me."

".... I meant move in for good, Mamoru. I want you here with me."

The smile faded away, leaving his expression far too serious for the normally cheerful Ken.

Mamoru paused, looking at him quietly.

"Ken. Really?" They'd broken up for a reason, after all.

He stared back, then sighed and stood, shoving a hand through his hair as he started to pace.

".... I miss you. You being here so much lately showed me just how much."

Mamoru stayed seated, folding his fingers under his chin. Oh, yeah, he had the Mamoru Takatori pose down pat.

"Your emotions are running pretty high, Ken. Don't rush into a decision based on how you feel now."

"It isn't how I feel now. I never stopped feeling this way."

He paused and looked back at Mamoru but seeing him mirror Persia made him sigh and look away again.

"... I've been wanting to ask you this for a few days now but I couldn't. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to ask tonight."

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