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"Tell me about it, Anson. It is good to see you happy." John smiles to him.

*grins*

Yeah. He makes me happy. Real happy.

I just want to... *searches for the words* Fill his life up with everything wonderful, like he does for me. I just want to spoil him, give him everything he ever wanted. Everything he could ever want. Especially since he's had it kinda rough, you know? I want to give him all the beautiful things he never got to have.

I don't think he likes it too much, being spoiled. Not all the time anyway. And I don't want him to think I'm trying to buy him, you know?

But sometimes it's like I just can't help it. Like I want to bring him the world tied up with a bow. Like I'd do anything just to see him smile.

Edited 2007-12-11 03:57 (UTC)

*nuzzles*

I need nothing more than what you've given me.

*kisses him and holds him close, whispering against his skin*

I know.

Then why do you think I need more?

*fidgets*

I don't, Arthur. Honest. I mean...I know you. If I lost everything tomorrow and wound up living in a shack, it wouldn't change anything. I know that.

But... *scratches his head* You like it when I bring you presents, take you out to nice places. Don't you? I like spoiling you. It makes me happy.

*frowns and looks down at his boots*

But...if it doesn't make you happy...then I'm just being selfish. Just showing off. *looks up at Arthur* I didn't mean to...I mean, I never really had anyone to...

Tell me what you want me to do. Please?

Mon enfant, it's okay. I do like it. I appreciate it so much. I just don't want you to feel like you have to...like you're proving how you feel. I know how you feel just by looking at you.

It's just that maybe...sometimes, when you buy me these nice things...I can't give you the same. And when you take me to the fancy places...I...I feel like people look at me like I don't belong there.

~~Maybe I feel like I don't deserve it.~~

*smiles*

I know. I know I don't have to. It's not proving, just... *searches for the words* I want to take care of you. I know, you can take care of yourself. And I know I go overboard sometimes. You're right to pull me back a little. It's good that you can tell me when it's too much. I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, or beholden.

The money doesn't mean anything, Arthur. It's not about that.

There's no amount of money, nothing I could ever buy you, that could equal what you give me every day. The way you make me feel when you look at me, when you say you love me...I could give you the world tied up in a bow and it could never come close.

*strokes Arthur's cheek and frowns*

I'd better not ever see anyone looking at you like that. You have a right to be there, every bit as much as they do. Besides... *shrugs and looks down at his clothes, his scuffed boots* How do you think people look at me? I don't always dress up for those fancy places. I see the ladies holding their bags a little tighter, see the maître'd eyeballing me from across the room. You know what I say? *grins again and brushes the hair from Arthur's eyes* Fuck 'em. Who cares what they think.

*takes him gently by the shoulders*

Arthur, listen to me.

Wherever I am, that's where you belong.

I feel that way too, sometimes. It's the way they've always made us feel. We've got to learn to fight against it. We have to stop letting other people decide things for us, Arthur. We've got to learn how to take what's ours, because we do deserve it. We do.

Edited 2007-12-29 23:53 (UTC)