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A/N: I just rewatched Killian and Charming’s fight scene from the season 4 finale, and I had a lot of unexpected David feelings.
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They sit on the back
porch, cool bottles held in their hands, glass coated in moisture from the heat
of the evening air. The muted sounds of the girls in the kitchen – talking,
laughing – drift out to the yard around them. Killian takes a long
pull from his drink, an easy silence nestled comfortably between his chair and
David’s. The end of summer draws to a close, the fireflies not quite as
numerous as they had been, songs of crickets quieter, a slight chill in the air
with each gentle puff it breathes across the world.“Henry seems pretty
excited to start high school next week,” David says, his gaze somewhere out in
the distance.Killian takes another
sip. “Aye. The lad’s been dragging both of us on supply runs.
Why he needs so much glue is beyond me.”David laughs, raising
his bottle to his lips. “He’ll get over it soon enough. I think.
Not like any of us have experience with high school, besides for Emma.”A heaviness rests in
Killian’s belly as he nods slowly, a weight that seems to settle on David as
well. “It’s good she knows her way around this world,” Killian says
gently. “You gave her that.”The other man is
quiet, but Killian knows he shouldn’t be. He came back, despite all he’d
missed. He came back, and he is doing his best to be here for her now.
It All Starts With a Dance 