Event Private Finished The Night Is For The Two

Brynjar was and wasn't prepared for a rejection. In his mind he was almost certain Noel could never love or even feel romantic affection towards him, despite the gentle god making the first approach. But just the thought of Noel turning Brynjar down was enough to make his heart crack. Which it was already doing under the emotional pressure Brynjar was esperiencing, while he waited for Noel to say something, anything.

Brynjar could swear he stopped breathing yet again, when Noel brought his hand to his chest. Brynjar very slowly and carefully looked into Noel's eyes, and didn't see rejection. The very opposite, in fact, when the older man said he...felt the same. Now Brynjar was certain he couldn't breathe anymore, and though he could see Noel's mouth moving Brynjar didn't process his words. His head was too filled with what Noel had said at first, and as an enormous weight fell from Brynjar's chest he could feel his legs almost give in. Brynjar took an unsteady step back, looking slightly confused and disoriented.
"Excuse me, I...think my knees are giving out. I-I must sit down."

With those words Brynjar found the closest thing he could lean on(aside from Noel) and that happened to be a tree by them. Brynjar set his hand against the bark and carefully sat on the grass. He didn't, at the moment, really care about his suit, Brynjar was used to sitting on the ground and he was much too distracted to worry about grass stains.

Brynjar felt bad for making Noel worried, but he wasn't exactly sure why his legs had given out. Or, well, he did know, but his mind was having trouble processing everything. But Brynjar managed to nod his head slightly when Noel asked if he was okay.
"I'm...I think I'm fine. I'm not in pain. It's...just..."
Brynjar's voice was quiet, and he took his top hat off and set it carefully on the grass. He looked at Noel, his face was stoic like usual but you could see the turmoil on his mind from his eyes.
"I...this is...too good to be true. I'm not...why would you l-love..me?"
Brynjar could feel his face get flushed upon saying that, and he finally followed his urge and pulled his hand through his hair, making it ruffled.
"I'm...so happy, I...find it hard to believe I-I...deserve to be this..this happy."

Brynjar knew, that whatever the reason for Noel's affections was he himself wouldn't be able to believe of accept it, at least not yet. But Brynjar didn't doubt Noel, and whenever the man mentioned Brynjar and the word "love" within the same sentence he could feel his heart grow lighter. It was frightening, to be this...happy. But Brynjar wanted to get used to it.

The way Noel said his name in the way Brynjar hadn't heard for so long made him gasp slightly. The way Noel described him sounded like a different person, but despite that Brynjar felt flattered. It slowly started sinking in that Noel truly did feel the same way as Brynjar, and although doubt was still there Brynjar also gelt hopeful. He hesitantly took Noel's hand in his own hands and lifted it to his lips and further on his forehead. Brynjar was shaking slightly.
"Thank you."

"I...need to thank you. For everything. You, you have done so much for me, I...I won't..."
Brynjar lowered Noel's hand from his forehead and looked at the older man, amd was baffled by what he saw. In Noel's eyes Brynjar cou,d truly see affection, the same kind Brynjar felt for him. Brynjar let out a quiet, shivering breath and squeezed the hand he was still holding.
"I want to..spend as much of my eternity as possible...repaying you. In any way I can."
Brynjar didn't want to say he wouldn't be able to repay Noel, he didn't want to push the man away anymore. This way he also gave himself one more reason to not let go of Noel's hand, for as long as Noel allowed it Brynjar would stay by his side.

As Noel offered to help Brynjar to his feet the clearly bigger and heavier man hesitantly took his hand and got himself up by leaning on it as little as possible. Brynjar didn't want to pull Noel down with him, after all. But as Brynjar got up he was unexpectedly close to Noel, and though he stepped back a bit he didn't let go of Noel's hand immediately.
"If you'll let me, I'd...like to take you to dinner."
Brynjar suggested bit shyly, and yet again drew his hand through his hair.