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[handsomefoil]

And a very handsome one at that.

{ He chuckles, but then it soon tapers off as Jacob prepares the guitar. Stepping back a little bit, Henry finds himself a seat on one of the couches to recline comfortably.

He observes his fingers and how he holds himself, though he can't truly tell the difference between a new learner and an expert. There's still a little tentativeness in the tune. Without even realizing it and before any real song has even been played, he's already smiling from ear to ear. }

[brawlcreed]

[He is still a novice, but he knows all the chords and he has a decent enough ear for music that he can make an attempt at a random song. When Jacob catches Henry's eye he smiles. He gets the feeling he could be the worst musician in the world and Henry would still be grinning like that. A thought that gets him to temporarily pause the music]

If I had any idea you had a thing for musicians, I would've started learning sooner.

[handsomefoil]

{ The grin that had been relaxing widens again when their eyes meet, and then he's just shrugging when Jacob pauses. }

I guess we're all learning new things about me today, aren't we?

{ He's still way more tickled by the idea that Jacob had learned something completely new for him. That he's spoiling him with these sweet gestures that Henry never really would've thought to do. He'd also never thought that such gestures like these would've effected him so in the first place.

He presses teeth down on his lower lip, leaning against the armrest. }

Let me hear that song again.

[brawlcreed]

[He smiles and obediently starts playing the song. At first he just does the instrumentals, and then after a while comes in with the words. Learning the words to the song took him a while, as he wanted to get the pronunciation as correct as possible. He focuses on his fingers, since he has a feeling that he'll lose track of the song if he looks at Henry]

[handsomefoil]

{ The gentle strumming has him focused on the small motions, how he concentrates on his technique and what he's learned in the short amount of time. But as Jacob starts to sing, his attention suddenly snaps up to his face—all of him— and takes a step back from marveling the technical aspects of it.

It's way better in person, he thinks, daring a quiet sigh through his nose as he watches him. He mouths along with the lyrics, and while he did have a favorite part, he can't help but feel the lyrics as a whole really do something for him.

Et ça m' fait quelque chose.}

[brawlcreed]

[He hasn't put the three big words together in a sentence, but he's done pretty much everything else: given flowers to Henry that express the sentiment, and chosen this song that is so obviously full of romance and feeling. C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie. Jacob knows that's a lot. I's a part of the song, but it holds true. "Make me yours" was how they phrased it, but it's the same intention.

The song ends but he keeps strumming for a moment. This was definitely easier to do in front of a camera. Doing this in front of Henry makes it feel so much more intimate and vulnerable. Eventually Jacob lets the guitar go quiet, finally looking up to Henry]

[handsomefoil]

[ It's hard to imagine saying the Big Three after only knowing someone for a few months, but he knows that it's been far longer than that to search his feelings. They both had more than enough time to figure that out. Even if they tried to brush it off, push it down, whether it's with work or something else. Part of him wonders if it's even necessary to say aloud, but being a bit of a traditionalist might coax it out eventually.

He cants his head at him, a smile that reaches his eyes getting him. The quiet that hangs in the air after the song is finished buzzes with a nervous sort of warmth that Henry wants to savor but knows he should ease. He claps softly, briefly, before getting up from his seat to stand in front of him. ]

Even better in person.

[brawlcreed]

[Jacob doesn't have a good measure for how these things go. His relationship with Roth was much shorter and yet he received the man's own way of expressing love. As for Henry, it does feel like Jacob's known him for years. Long enough that actually saying the words doesn't feel entirely necessary.

He smiles at the compliment]

Glad you liked it.

[handsomefoil]

[ He takes a moment to just take this all in, look at him with a quiet sort of awe at how the man just stands there looking utterly casual with this guitar like he hadn't just stolen his heart straight out of his chest.

He wonders if Jacob can tell how much his efforts to convey this message means to him... but well, he also can't expect him to read his mind...even if he believes he feels the same. Otherwise, they wouldn't be here.

One of these days, he's determined to reciprocate the gesture. Not out of some obligation or his inane need to square off a debt, but because of a thought that honestly terrifies him. It's a vulnerability that Jacob has shown him through the language of flowers and a love song in the language he adores. He thinks he really may love him.

But this is all something decided in a split second. He doesn't miss a beat as he drums his fingertips gently against the guitar. ]

It's the best birthday gift I could've ever asked for.

[ And he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger as he lightly nuzzles against him. He doesn't want to accidentally bang into his guitar with anything heavier than that. ]

[brawlcreed]

[Jacob feels that he's gotten to know Henry well enough that he understands the man's facial expressions when words fail him. He smiles, honestly a little relieved that this gift went over well. That he managed to learn the song in time and he didn't horribly butcher the French language. He sighs, closing his eyes to enjoy the nuzzling]

Good. And since I'm here, I could just spend the night.

[It feels weird to ask, since he's already spent the night here before. But that was always because Henry fucked him to a point where he couldn't move even if he wanted to]

[handsomefoil]

[ There's a little look of surprise at that, but it's easily smoothed away. He'd certainly wanted Jacob to stay with him tonight, regardless. After the incredibly intense night just a few days prior, he's not opposed to just letting things relax a bit.

Not that he’d actually mind Jacob's intensity, but still. That option is always there. ]

I'd love that.

[ Then he gestures to the guitar. ]

Make yourself at home. Drink?

[brawlcreed]

Yeah. We need to toast your birthday.

[Since he's sticking around he'll take off his shoes and gauntlet. Because he still insists on wearing that everywhere even when the intention is just to play a love song to his partner. Just one of those Assassin habits. Jacob sets the guitar somewhere to keep it out of the way and stretches out on Henry's couch. He was told to make himself at home, after all]

[handsomefoil]

[ He watches him from the corner of his eye as he pours a favorite (whiskey, of course), and how he stretches himself out on the couch so comfortably. An image he wouldn't mind coming home to, if he could even really consider this place a home... but, well. It's still appealing.

Seating himself by Jacob's legs, not at all bothered by how he nudges against them, he holds out a glass for him. ]

I've never had a toast done for my birthday. You're bringing in a lot of firsts here.

[brawlcreed]

I always have a toast for my birthday. Cheers.

[He taps their glasses together and drinks. He's usually in a pub at some point during his birthday as well, so the toast has less to do with a birthday and more because he's in a pub]

[handsomefoil]

Cheers.

[ As their glasses clink, he takes a drink as well. He also makes himself comfortable, maneuvering Jacob's legs so that they're resting on his lap this time. He's always done this to him and he found it quite comfortable so, time to return the favor.

He sighs, letting things lapse into a brief silence before breaking it gently. ]

Do you know what her nickname was?

[brawlcreed]

[He's more than happy to have his legs across Henry's lap. They've been in this position before and he likes how casual it feels. The question catches him by surprise. He doesn't even know who Henry means]

No. What is it?

[handsomefoil]

La Môme Piaf. Little Sparrow.

[ It's hard to believe that he'd chosen a song by an artist with a distinct bird motif. It also hasn't escaped Henry's notice that he has many bird-themed symbols on his clothes and body. ]

You sure you didn't do that on purpose?

[ Obviously he knows he didn't, but he can't help but snicker lightly under his breath. ]

[brawlcreed]

[Oh, Henry is talking about the singer. They're often compared to birds so that isn't too much of a surprise. Still, Jacob can't help laughing. Just another one of those weird coincidences that happen when one is an Assassin, he supposes]

I honestly just looked for a French song, and I liked the lyrics of this one. I do like birds, though. I must have sensed the link on some level.

[handsomefoil]

[ He rests his hand along his leg, mindlessly rubbing it up and down as he continues drinking. ]

Perhaps. You've quite a knack for that sort of thing, I've noticed. Always surprising me...

[ His lips quirk a little, rolling another nickname around in his head. If it weren't for such clashing imagery between cats and birds, he'd be more confident about it. So it's only barely tacked on as an afterthought, muffled slightly by how he takes a convenient sip of his drink: ] ...my little songbird.

[brawlcreed]

[He hums at that rub, smiling around his glass and taking a sip. Though he has to laugh and nudge Henry with a knee at that nickname]

Rooks aren't known for their singing.

[handsomefoil]

[ even if the nudge is small and expected, he muffles a laugh between closed lips, trying to avoid accidentally snorting down burning liquor. ]

Oh, you weren't so bad. Your voice gives a nice throaty quality to it.

[ half joking, of course. Another deliberate pat to his knee, as if to reassure him. Booze always did put him in a more playful mood. ]

[brawlcreed]

Hmm. Don't get too used to it, though. This is only happening on special occasions.

[It may or may not happen again. He's not promising anything]

[handsomefoil]

Then I'll be expecting them now on any special occasion that arises. You've only yourself to blame.

{ He finishes his drink easily enough, setting it down on a small end table. Warm and comfortable, he slouches in his seat, hugging Jacob's legs to his chest, and sort of... basks in this weird calm. }

[brawlcreed]

[He sets his drink aside too so he can stretch out and relax. This is pretty much opposite of his birthday, but he likes that they can just hang out together. Until they're both tired and ready to sleep, he's happy to talk or whatever else]

[handsomefoil]

{ Jacob always seems to be comfortable wherever he situates himself, whether inside the apartments or outside on the rooftops. It translates over from his casual sort of grace, how he makes everything look so easy, and this situation is no different. Only a couple of months ago, Henry couldn't have ever imagined being so relaxed and comfortable in someone's presence. Not like this, in his sleeping clothes and sprawled quite lazily on a couch in the middle of the afternoon.

He had only woken up not too long ago, but he's more than OK with going back to sleep. They both had quite the week. Way opposite of his birthday, indeed. That doesn't stop him from wanting to touch and be near, however, as he's rubbing idly at his thigh with his eyes closed. }

Forgive me if I lack a bit of energy. It's always like this when I oversleep.