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and i cannot control it (the way you're making me feel)

It's the same expression he had when Pat and Ink ran into him at the bar a couple of days ago.

Pran then does the same thing he did then and covers it with a smile. He nods, eyes wandering around them. "I should leave anyways. We shouldn't be caught talking."

Pat wants to tell him no, that he likes having Pran around, and yeah they'd get shit for being friends, but he finds that he doesn't care all that much about their faculties when Pran looks like that.

Like he's lost and alone.

Before Pat can respond, Pran starts to walk away.

The goose is up in an instant, flapping its wings and hissing while it beelines towards Pran.

Pran shrieks as the goose opens its mouth, but quickly stops when he realizes it only grabbed his pants.

The goose then waddles towards Pat, trying to pull Pran, but Pran stays still.

He looks at Pat, their eyes meeting.

Pat's brain goes a mile a minute as he watches the goose continue to try to bring Pran closer to him.

Their entire conversation flies by him now, all of the times that Pran touched Pat and the goose didn't do anything. A complete contrast to its reaction to Korn. This could only mean one thing.

As a test, Pat takes a step away.

The goose lets go of Pran and makes its way over to Pat, anger in its eyes. Before it can get too close, Pat dodges it and runs to Pran.

The goose seems to let out a huff and waddles to them with an annoyance in its steps. It sighs as it lays down again, this time next to both of their feet.

Sure, Pat knows him and Pran are bonded for life. Not only because of their families' feud, or the fact that Pran saved Paa, but also because he felt it.

He still feels it.

This sort of... magnetic energy whenever he's around Pran.

When he was a kid he thought it was rivalry, when he was a teen he thought it was friendship, and even now, only a minute or so ago he thought it wasn't anything special.

Just a simple fact of his universe: Pran and him are meant to be in each other's lives.

He never thought this feeling as something romantic.

Something more than fact.

Something special.

Now that he sees the goose, gently rocking to sleep below him, and he sees Pran next to him, glistening eyes and all, he knows it's true.

Pran is his soulmate— destined, chosen, felt.

"Pat..." Pran stutters, voice weak.

Pat takes Pran's face in his hands. A minute ago if Pat would'vr done this Pran would've pushed him away and Pat would've laughed.

Pran only flinches at the contact, his breath hitching.

"It's okay." Pat swallows, looking into Pran's widened eyes. "We don't have to make this a big deal if you don't want to." He says this, despite his heart telling him no. That this is the biggest deal. That this. This love, is something that can't be swept under the rug or stored away in the depths of a closet for three years.

But Pran seems to calm down at that, his gaze softening, his body sighing. He nods.

Pat puts on a fake smile, but when Pran takes Pat's hands away and grumbles as two dimples appear on his cheeks, it turns real.