[Bradan looks up at him as he stands, but then his eyes cut away, across the room to the dance floor where his family is enjoying the party. All of this feels a bit too public for his taste to be having a conversation this personal.
So he pushes to his feet and tips his head towards one of the side doors that lead out into the Quarter.]
( Yeah, fine. He turns and heads out that way, first, getting one more glance at his kid and the grands. Everyone is doing what they should be doing at a wedding. Except Niall's effectively doing what you shouldn't.
Out in the night air, he walks out a few feet before turning and giving him a 'Okay, we're here, now what?' look. )
[There are so many reasons he could give as to why this may not work. There's lots of complications and ways that he could twist himself up into knots to avoid something that would make him happy. But ever since they started digging up these pieces of their life before, there's only one thing that's been lingering, only one true regret.
Maybe he's had a little too much whiskey, but the impulse is too strong to ignore.
Another quick glance to make sure no one followed them out, before he steps in closer, cupping Niall's face in his hands before leaning in to kiss him.]
( He waits for him to say something. Anything. But, what needs to be said can't be. It's more. They've always been more. So, when he propels himself forward, Niall knows this was always the outcome. It had to get here.
They've never kissed before, and it's everything he thought it might be like. His lips are soft. There's a strength and conviction behind it. It's a gesture if there ever was one.
Once he comes to, realizes he's being kissed, he gives as good as he gets, his own hands coming to cup Bradan's face.
Quinn and the kids don't see anything, all dancing, all fun. Brogan caught his brother stepping outside over Felicity's shoulder, but gives him his privacy and turns Felicity around on the dance floor. Cormac misses it, completely, occupied by and fascinated by Zoe.
Bairre Sr. sees the pieces fall into place. He gives a squeeze of Catroina's shoulder from behind and places his chin on her shoulder.
"Finally," he says in his signature lilt. "Years in the making.")
[Catroina follows his eyeline and smiles softly, before nudging her husband back towards the dance floor. "Leave him be. You know how he gets."
The kiss breaks, and Bradan takes a breath, trying to process why it feels like he's released something he's been holding into for so long. His shoulders drop as he relaxes, looking at this man he's starting to realize he's been waiting for.
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So he pushes to his feet and tips his head towards one of the side doors that lead out into the Quarter.]
Let's get some air.
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Out in the night air, he walks out a few feet before turning and giving him a 'Okay, we're here, now what?' look. )
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Maybe he's had a little too much whiskey, but the impulse is too strong to ignore.
Another quick glance to make sure no one followed them out, before he steps in closer, cupping Niall's face in his hands before leaning in to kiss him.]
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They've never kissed before, and it's everything he thought it might be like. His lips are soft. There's a strength and conviction behind it. It's a gesture if there ever was one.
Once he comes to, realizes he's being kissed, he gives as good as he gets, his own hands coming to cup Bradan's face.
Quinn and the kids don't see anything, all dancing, all fun. Brogan caught his brother stepping outside over Felicity's shoulder, but gives him his privacy and turns Felicity around on the dance floor. Cormac misses it, completely, occupied by and fascinated by Zoe.
Bairre Sr. sees the pieces fall into place. He gives a squeeze of Catroina's shoulder from behind and places his chin on her shoulder.
"Finally," he says in his signature lilt. "Years in the making." )
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The kiss breaks, and Bradan takes a breath, trying to process why it feels like he's released something he's been holding into for so long. His shoulders drop as he relaxes, looking at this man he's starting to realize he's been waiting for.
But now he has no idea what to say.]
So.
[Great place to start.]
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( His hands come down from his face, settling along his waist. )
We can keep this under wraps tonight. But, I want to do that again and take you out proper. Something you'd be interested in, Bradan Ford?
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Yeah. Safe to say that's something I'd be interested in.
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( He takes a full step backwards, proving he can keep his hands to himself. )
I think the Grans are taking the kids for the night. If you want to meet up after.
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Maybe.
[But with that he's going to return to the party and see where the night takes him.]