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Considering junko had ordered two of the sampler platters Seiji was going to guess one was for them, while the other was for Her. He snapped a little fried something that looked delish, chewing it slowly as he thought about where this conversation should really begin. He wasn't completely sure either, but it had to be done. Lack of communication had been their problem since day one, they just hadn't realize how large until it was crushing them.

That was where to start.

Swallowing the bite he'd taken the ghost rubbed his finger tips on his napkin before turning dark eyes down to the ghoul. "I think we need to make a promise to each other, to speak up when something is wrong." It had t just been Junko, the boil had been guilty of pushing stuff down as well. "I know we had talked about it a lot, but it still seemed to happen. I want us to work. So I promise you, if I'm hurt or mad, or something is eatjng at me, I'll tell you and we can talk about it."

She echoed his promise, adding to it, and he smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "That's all I ask." If they could do that, they could make it. Seiji honestly believed that, down to his toes.

Another bit of of food was plucked from the platter, and he gave it a nibble. It was warm, a little spicy, and delicious. The rest of it, a pepper he though, with some kind of stuffing, disappeared quickly, and again he rubbed his fingers on his napkin, swallowing before he spoke again.

"That's a good idea. It's why I just tucked you in last night, instead of crawling in with you,or even crashing on the couch. I thought it for the best I just head home for the night, and we'd talk about it. Which we are."

the bit of food offered up by the ghoul was carefully taken between sharp teeth, and he ate it gratefully. "Mmm." Junko had picked a great appetizer, there was a little of everything for them to try. So far he'd liked everything he'd sampled.

Their server had returned, taken their order, and wandered off again. He was a nice kid, very unobtrusive and polite. Def9initely earning himself a generous tip.

Of course Seiji's wonderful probably wasn't gunna hurt either.

He agreed with everything she was saying, nodding along, though a brow lofted at the word sleepover. As accurate as it was, it seemed wrong. Weren't sleepovers the things ghouls had with their friends? Pedicures, and movies, and gossip, that sort of thing? "Yes, when it feels like the right time."

Seiji chuckled. "I said yes, I just thought we'd outgrown the word 'sleepovers' when we hit sixteen, is all." He gave her another kiss, hoping to make that puzzled look fade away. "If you want to stay in my dorm, you are always welcome to, and if you'd like me to stay with you, I would be happy to."

The chuckle turned into a laugh. "How about just 'stay the night'?" Her fingers were warm on the back of his neck, spreading heat across his skin in a whay he hadn't felt in ages. It felt good, not just because she was small and warm, but because he adored her, and he'd thought this would never happen again.

Amused features sobered a bit as she brought up their mutual tendency to shut themselves away when things got overwhelming. It was something Seiji had been working on before they'd broken up, and had continued working on it even after. In fact, given more recent plans(that he was beginning to think twice about) he was a lot more likely to face things head on than avoid them anymore. "Deal."

Their server returned and set plates down in front of the pair of them. Seiji had picked mussels. Buttery, delicious, and easy to eat. They slide right out of their shells with the slightest prod of his fork. Of course even as he began eating he was unwilling to disentangle from Junko completely. While he might have moved his arm from her shoulders, he compromised by playing his hand low on her knee beneath the table.

The blush didn't go unnoticed, he saw the way her cheeks lit up when he touched her leg, but he didn't respond to it. They were taking it slow, which meant no teasing. The hand on her leg was just that, a soft touch, a boil unwilling to let her go, even to eat. When she squeezed his hand it made the corners of his mouth twitch up, chest giving a happy little pulse.

He also didn't miss the flick of lovely green eyes as they took in his meal He paused, a mussel halfway, and instead offered the fork to her. "Have you ever had one? They're not real fishy tasting." They'd been steamed, and then tossed in a mild buttery garlic sauce. Quite delicious.

For a fleeting moment the boil considered asking Junko if she still had the ring he'd given her, but her refrained. It wasn't really the best time, and besides, he didn't honestly believe she'd have ever done anything to it, specially not in the short year they'd been apart. For the moment they were being careful, tip-toeing around each other, while relearning what it was like to be a couple. It was exciting, but it was also nerve-wracking at the same time.

He wanted this so badly, and he didn't want anything to risk it. If anything happened, again...he just didn't know.

Grinning in amusement, the boil brought the fork closer so she could steal the mussel off the tip of it. Then he'd wait, watching for reaction. "It's good, right?" Another was scooped out of it's shell, but he didn't eat it immediately, instead waiting to see if maybe she'd like another bite.

He obliged,offering the second bite to her before finally taking another for himself. It struck him then that it had been a really long time since he'd gone out anywhere for dinner. As much as he didn't want it to be an every night sort of thing, he had to admit he missed it. The atmosphere was nice, the food was delicious, and don't even get him started on the company. Gorgeous, sweet, and as she'd always been, too good to be true.