#{ i present to you an adorable Morty being awkward and blushy and just so smitten with your Morty !! }

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@countlessrealities sent; "eavesdrop" [[ my Morty for your Morty ]]

In the passenger's seat of the ship, Morty fiddled with his thumbs. Gazing out of the window as the nebulas and stars passed by. Unable to stop thinking about his boyfriend. That term still needing some getting used to. The way every time he spoke it or thought it, a pink flush would appear across his cheeks. As it did now, but hopefully Rick wouldn't notice. He didn't need to be made fun of for it.

With his head tilted against his shoulder, he sighed. "I-I know it might be too soon to say this, 'cause y-you know, PM and I only started dating, but---"

To finish the rest of that sentence proved a lot harder than he thought it would be. He'd been thinking it for a while, but he was right. It was too soon to be thinking it. Especially since they only started dating a few months ago.

"I -- uh -- I-I think I love him," That light pink shade blossomed into a much brighter red. "He's -- y-you know -- really amazing and I'm having a lot of fun with him and we get each other a-and i-it's -- I've never had this much with anyone before."

There was a surge of fuzzy feelings that went through-out his body. Saying it all out loud to a drunk, half-listening Rick was just the perfect therapy he needed. To unscramble his thoughts a little bit.

"I-I think I'll, uh, wait until saying those words, but I feel it and I-I'm just really glad I met him -- so, thanks Rick, for, uh, breaking time."