Nice Knowing You [Valerian]

Valerian nearly pointed out that it was hard to mean what you said when you couldn’t remember saying it. He understood the theory that alcohol made you braver and you spoke your mind so it wasn’t truly a question of meaning what was said but if Talian couldn’t remember it, did it really count still? He left it alone, however, since it wasn’t really an important point in the conversation given the Healer continued talking and trying to explain himself. He had been forgiven for forcing himself on Talian as well as confessed to that night but he was more or less receiving the same words now, thus proving his friend did mean what was said. It was a roundabout way of thinking but Valerian had to admit, if only to himself, that he was still a bit groggy and in unusual territory that he lacked a lot of experience in. Not even reading could help him through every life lesson.

Despite his enjoyment of silence, Valerian was glad for Talian’s babbling since it made it less obvious that the Harper had stopped talking. He didn’t know what to say thanks to his mind going in circles and his indecision on how to proceed. However, when Talian showed his courage yet again by giving a soft kiss, Valerian figured there wasn’t a need to hold back or play coy or any of that nonsense that so many people thought belonged in a healthy relationship. Honesty had always been his friend, whether people wanted to hear it or not. Setting his mug down on the arm of the couch since it required the least amount of movement though that was only to prepare for the larger amount of movement he was about to give into.

Twisting around in his seat, Valerian moved to capture Talian for another, proper, kiss by placing a hand on the back of his friend’s head. He was probably supposed to say something to verify he heard everything the Healer had said or that he still agreed with him but it seemed kind of redundant by that point. Valerian had stated first he meant the confession – that Talian probably didn’t remember in detail, he thought belatedly – but returning a kiss seemed like an equally good way to express himself. The fact that Talian had given the first kiss eased a lot of tension Valerian had been carried for months since the green flight and now he didn’t feel like he was one of the controlling, dominating, asshole blueriders that even B’jin seemed to align him with sometimes. He liked to think he understood the colourism, abuse, and hatred between the riders but Valerian had one turn compared to those with over twenty turns of being bonded and mistreated. If B’jin was wary about every colour above him, there had to be a lot of bad experiences in his friend’s life.

But B’jin wasn’t there – thankfully! Talian, however, was and Valerian dedicated his attention to him by making sure it wasn’t a distracted or lacklustre kiss. No need in further ruining their friendship again by messing this up as well!