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“Pack your swimming costume.” Lars says absently as Hermann hovers, agonised, over his suitcase.
His head snaps up, but Lars is busy trying to pack thirty massive tomes into one shoulderbag. “It’s a bit cold.”
“Yes, but Deep One courting requires a lot of swimming.” Lars glares at the bag, as though willing it to expand. “Maybe a wetsuit?”
Hermann’s mouth opens, then closes. His face flushes.
“That was your intention, wasn’t it?” Lars glances at him, “Newt is a good catch, the son of a city leader would make anyone jealous- and Newt is a lovely boy.”
Hermann makes a thin, high pitched sound deep in his throat.
Lars finally turns away from the bag. “Is everything quite all right?”
Hermann has no idea how to answer that.
And oh no, Lars has that look. The one that suggests he wants to dig out those damned parenting books and find out what he’s doing wrong.
“It’s fine.” He says weakly.
“I am supportive.” Lars says quickly. “I understand the need for your- for companionship and sexual relations.”
Oh God. “It’s fine.” He says again, quickly.
“Maybe-” Lars gives him a worried look. “The books suggest a ‘talk’ of sorts, at your age- something about birds and bees- although what they have to do with anything-”
Hermann grabs his bag, and runs for the car.
“Pack your swimming costume.” Lars says absently as Hermann hovers, agonised, over his suitcase.
His head snaps up, but Lars is busy trying to pack thirty massive tomes into one shoulderbag. “It’s a bit cold.”
“Yes, but Deep One courting requires a lot of swimming.” Lars glares at the bag, as though willing it to expand. “Maybe a wetsuit?”
Hermann’s mouth opens, then closes. His face flushes.
“That was your intention, wasn’t it?” Lars glances at him, “Newt is a good catch, the son of a city leader would make anyone jealous- and Newt is a lovely boy.”
Hermann makes a thin, high pitched sound deep in his throat.
Lars finally turns away from the bag. “Is everything quite all right?”
Hermann has no idea how to answer that.
And oh no, Lars has that look. The one that suggests he wants to dig out those damned parenting books and find out what he’s doing wrong.
“It’s fine.” He says weakly.
“I am supportive.” Lars says quickly. “I understand the need for your- for companionship and sexual relations.”
Oh God. “It’s fine.” He says again, quickly.
“Maybe-” Lars gives him a worried look. “The books suggest a ‘talk’ of sorts, at your age- something about birds and bees- although what they have to do with anything-”
Hermann grabs his bag, and runs for the car.
