Genre: Romance & Drama, some light, dry humor
Warning: Language and slash.
"What?" he asks, though he's terribly uninterested.
Duncan takes a deep breath. Then, ice blue eyes downcast, he whispers, "I love you."
Scott pulls back a little from the embrace. They had been lying in bed, talking about nothing for the past half an hour, waiting for the sun to come up. God knows why they're both up at this time of the morning...
The ginger stares at Duncan with something like horror in his eyes. Something like discomfort. "Okay," he says flatly.
Duncan chuckles slightly. "That's all you have to say to that? 'Okay'?"
"Well, what do you want me to say, damn it?" Scott pulls away, stands up. He avoids looking Duncan in the eye as he throws on his muscle shirt.
"God, I don't know, you could say it back, for fuck's sake!" Duncan stands up, clad only in boxers. "You ever think of that?"