#((but it certainly won't end with her being mrs. morgan-she's gonna fall in love with a certain opera ghost instead!))

[theheadlessgroom]

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Although they had joked about sharing (and stealing) sweets just last night, Randall felt his heart skip when she asked him this: Sharing alone was an alien concept to him (the carnies used to tease him, saying they wanted to share something with him, only to yank it out of his hand at the last second), but when had anyone ever remembered that something was his favorite? He could feel his heart ache at the notion that she thought of him first to share them with-not her friends in the ballet corps, but him.

“I-I would love to,” he managed to reply, trying not to let his voice crack with emotion as he moved to sit beside her, peering at the little bon-bons, little balls of chocolate and strawberry crème, one of the most decadent treats in all the city. His eyes were as big as dinner plates as he settled in next to her, reaching a spidery hand down to pluck one up from its little cup and pop into his mouth, his tongue happily greeted by milky chocolate and smooth strawberry. It was nothing short of bliss for his tastebuds.

“Thank you,” he managed to say with a smile to her, cheeks pink behind the mask-what a curious thing, to be...known. It was kind of strange and embarrassing, to have these little things (inconsequential though they were) known by her, but it was also...gratifying, at the same time, to know that Emily knew him so well, and didn’t think twice about sharing with him. It was touching to be seen; perhaps it wasn’t the most intimate thing to know about him, but to have this fondness be remembered by her...it meant more to him than he could say.