#they’re Valevans coded or whatever

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what is this man DOING??? John Silver perplexes me

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GO TO TIMEOUT WOMAN! IM CRINE! OK. You got me intrigued. Ship of HEALERS. What does Valevans look like?

I'm sorry, I didn't see this or meant to get back to it but never did.

Valevans.

Valevans looks like two very attractive men appreciating the finer qualities in one another.

Max is more open. He likes to see the good in people, so even though he was jealous of Kyle in high school and thought he was a jerk, he is in awe and highly respects Kyle as an adult.

He sees Kyle as aspirational because he sees how Kyle transformed into this great guy, and it makes him think about how he can overcome the worst of himself too. And Max always thinks of himself in a dark light a lot. He can't help it.

Kyle begrudgingly accepts Max. He could very well think the absolute worst of him, but Kyle isn't the type to paint someone with a narrow brush. Begrudgingly becoming his ally has made him see Max in ways he wouldn't have normally done, and he knows they share things like a personal moral and ethical code that run parallel with each other and sometimes overlap.

Valevans looks like Max embracing Kyle completely. He's the first to consider them actual friends and would probably describe Kyle as a friend before Kyle would ever dare.

Max is a puppy. In the aftermath of Liz's departure rather than slipping into a depression, he reaches out. It looks like hanging out at the Wild Pony. Grabbing a seat next to Kyle as he has a drink.

Kyle doesn't turn him away. Which Max sees as a good sign. Max is the pursuer.

Kyle always acts more put off than he really is. The more time he has spent with Max, the more he actually likes the guy. Although, he never openly admits that.

And Max actually gives him something that other relationships don't. Max ... listens. He's a really good listener and not just in the moment, but he retains what he hears and applies it where he deems fit. And it's considerate.

Max is very considerate, and Kyle isn't used to that. Max remembers little minutia like Kyle's favorite beer or the song he likes to work out to most. He remembers the anniversary of Jim's death, and he's quick to send out a text to see if he needs anything. He'll even go as far as asking him out for a "favor" for the sole purpose of just distracting him.

Max is the type to bring Kyle lunch on his lunch break. Kyle doesn't know how to take that at first.

Kyle doesn't mind Max's company when he wants to hang out with someone. Max has a way of enjoying all the little things. Just being in Kyle's company seems to be enough and ... that feels good. It's so simple.

They're not all easy. When they disagree, they get passionate, and they come toe to toe, face to face, and the space between them is but a breath as they jut their chins out and get all Alpha.

They can't even argue without gravitating to each other, invading each others space, and those moments are so charged that even they are aware that the tipping point could bring them to blows or to ... something else.

It's the "something else" that breaks the spell. Both sensing the attraction that is there but not knowing what to do with that.

Max is not opposed. He's long since accepted that maybe none of his kind are binary in their sexuality, but he never really allowed himself to think about anyone like that except Liz.

And Kyle, he learned a long time ago that sexuality is fluid. Something that would give him pause or send him spiraling as a kid just doesn't as a grown man.

Max only allowed Liz in, but then, in hindsight, he thinks that's why he's drawn to Kyle so much. Kyle understands what it's like to love Liz.

He understands what it's like to lose her. He understands what it's like to love her and also feel hurt and betrayed by her. It bonds them in this way that he doesn't have the words for, but mainly, it makes him appreciate Kyle even more.

He's the one that falls first. Slowly, ever so slowly, and then it just overwhelms him.

They're having another one of their disagreements when his annoyance melts into something else entirely. It actually makes him mad. He wants to be mad at Kyle, but he can't.

It slips out of him, and he ducks his head in that almost bashful way, relinquishing control, but Kyle doesn't let him off that easy. He never does.

Kyle holds his feet to the fire. He never backs down. The spark in Kyle's eye is distracting, and Max is tired of fighting what he's feeling.

He's also tired of fighting, so he reaches his hand out to place it on Kyle's shoulder only managing a squeeze before Kyle shakes him off.

And when Kyle says his name with a different kind of heat, he knows he's not in whatever they're in alone.

But Kyle fights it too. Probably for bigger and more complex reasons than him. But something shifts when they're aware of the moment they're in and the things they both are feeling.

They're suspended in time, and at some point, neither of them even remembers who makes the first real move toward each other.

It's slow at first, a pull, hesitant, cautious, two consent kings giving the other ample time to back out before it's too late.

Their lips against each other are hesitant too... tentative pressing of warm lips slotting against one another, until they aren't.

It's hard and fast, and passionate. They grunt and growl, fingers digging into the other's skin, clutching the other closer.

They are not careful. They are not soft.

And it's almost amusing that their kissing would also be like two cowboys dueling at high noon.

They fight like men. They kiss like men. And they probably will f**k like them too.

Domestic Valevans is bickering all the time, but it's always with a playful edge. One or both of them end up laughing at some point, and they can't actually stay mad at each other for long.

It's Max cooking Kyle dinner after a long shift and sometimes giving him a back rub too.

It's Kyle bringing takeout to the station for Max's lunch and the two of them sharing a quick bite before getting back to work.

Kyle acts like he doesn't know shite about what Max likes, but he pays attention to everything, and Max always feels seen.

Max knows when Kyle doesn't want to talk. He'll sit with him in complete silence for hours. Sometimes doing nothing, other times reading a book, but he won't leave Kyle's side.

Max leaves books everywhere. The kitchen counter. The dresser. On top of the hamper in the bathroom.

Kyle leaves the bottles he drinks shakes out of in the sink and doesn't put water in them which makes washing the dishes a bitch.

Kyle loves action movies, but Max is kind of a dork and a dope. Geeky movies and romance.

They both are more sentimental than they let on, so date night actually becomes a competition of one-upping each other. They both always win.

Kyle frets a lot over Max's heart and other alien related things, but he does it while pretending to be annoyed. Max finds this amusing.

They see each other's darkness, call each other out, but they also see each other's goodness too.

No one else can make sense of their thing, but they don't care because it's their thing.