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A Sure Test πͺΆ
βAh, ah, don't get up! Casper, how many times have I told youβ¦ you're my guest. Please, let me clear the table.βΒ
We'd been together for over a year, but nothing, it seemed, could dissuade Avery from doting on me. Back at my apartment I could occasionally convince him to relent, but never in his lighthouse. I smiled sheepishly as he took our plates to the sink, humming as he began to hand-wash them.Β
Relaxing in the wooden chair, I turned my attention toward the springline window. As it ascended toward noon, a sweltering summer sun cast a shaft of white light into the kitchen, sending it dancing across wooden cabinetry and ceramic tile, passing translucently through Avery's bare limbs. I watched him quietly; even doing chores, he looked neat and dignified.Β
βHey, Avery?β I spoke over the clattering dishes.Β
βYes, dear.βΒ
βHow can I be more like you?β
βWhat do you mean, like me?β
βYou knowβ¦ like, fancy, like you. Like, how you always seem put-together, or whateverβ¦ a gentleman.βΒ
He turned the sink off, turning to face me as he dried a plate with a strawberry-print towel. Grinning curiously, he leaned back against the counter.Β
βWhat do you think makes someone a gentleman?β He asked.Β
I thought for a moment.Β
βWellβ¦ I guess, knowing how to dressβ¦ knowing what to say, like you always doβ¦ like, how you always seem so natural and relaxedβ¦β My eyes traced the gray thinset dividing the pristine floor tiles.Β
He set the plate down, standing before me in two Avery-sized steps.Β
βCasperβ¦ being a gentleman isn't about clothing, demeanor, or even eloquence of speech β it's about integrity, kindness, and a bit of confidence; that's all. And for all that I may seem,β he tilted my chin up with a fingertip, βI am not all of those things, all of the time. Nobody isβ¦ Nobody can be. You may not be like me, but in the ways that matter, loveβ¦ You are a gentleman.βΒ
I blushed, smiling a bit as I looked away from his pale, gentle eyes. He really did always know just what to say. Avery returned to the counter, resuming drying the dishes and putting them away. After a while, he spoke again.Β
βIf you're still unsatisfied, thoughβ¦ In terms of being a gentleman, there is a sure testβ¦βΒ
I looked up, brow furrowed.Β
βA test? What kind of test?βΒ
Avery folded his hands behind his back, a sly spark in his eye that I caught way too late.Β
He cleared his throat ceremoniously.Β
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