whatever you do, don't think about hob helping dream discover beautiful music and art that he missed during his imprisonment and them falling in love in the process
like, i've been losing my mind today because it hit me that dream was cut off from the dreaming in burgess' basement for the entirety of dave brubeck's lifetime (1920-2012) ?????? and it got me thinking, and
imagine hob inviting dream over to his flat for dinner (listen... dream of the endless was fully willing to eat KFC after he got out of burgess' cage in the comics - i am convinced he would not only eat, but also summarily enjoy and allow himself to be seduced by, hob gadling's boeuf bourguignon)
hob being absolutely meticulous about every detail - he may or may not have cleaned the place for a week beforehand! he gets dream flowers! he's got ambient lighting! he will neither confirm nor deny having purchased nicer tableware than he would use for himself for the occasion! he's got a very nice wine chilling in the fridge! he's dying of nerves because this isn't just anyone, this is dream, his not-so-stranger-anymore, whom he's been absolutely tangled up in feelings for, for literal centuries, coming to his home, you know, as a date, fuck
so, you know, last but not least, of course, he's got to have the proper mood music, and he really agonizes over it until finally he decides it's gotta be the album "love songs" by dave brubeck, which he has on CD (i love hob + vinyl records, but somehow, the idea of hob owning a sound system that plays CDs in the age of bluetooth/streaming and still having a carefully-curated collection of his favorite CDs is honestly even more endearing to me)
anyway, he sits dream down in the living room and puts on this album, and goes into the kitchen for a few minutes to uncork the wine
he comes back with the bottle and two wine glasses and has to pause in the doorway, because dream is just... sitting there, on the couch where hob left him, looking totally enraptured; he's got tears in his eyes, practically, and he looks like this may have done more to charm him than flowers and wine and the elaborate dinner hob has simmering away on the stove all combined ever could
"what is this thing called love" is playing, wrapping the room up in that wonderful intimate warm romance that jazz has, and hob just looks at dream basking in it and needs a moment himself—because god, he really does love dream, doesn't he, and if he once thought this was a love he'd ever recover from he knows now that he never will; and he doesn't want to recover, not if it means seeing dream like this
and of course dream, who can sense dreams, knows why hob has done all of this for him. he picks up on all the longing wrapped up in all these little precise acts—he can see all hob's dreams for the two of them, his vision for the trajectory of the evening, how he's hoping he might kiss dream tonight, if he's very, very fortunate and plays his cards exactly right—and yet they don't feel like dreams of possession or claiming, they feel like dreams of discovery and possibility, born of six hundred thirty three years of steadfast affection
and that just makes the music hit dream differently, be more to him somehow, because he isn't sure when the last time was that anyone did anything like this for him out of such an unassuming freely-given love that didn't seek to destroy or degrade or disarm him
oh, but it does disarm him, doesn't it? in ways hob gadling may not have expected
and they just... look at each other across the room, for a moment. dream, sitting there on the couch, elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, falling starry-eyed for hob's tenacious tender heart in real time; and hob with his hip propped on the doorframe and the wine glasses clinking together in his hand, trying not to lose his grip on the neck of the wine bottle, everything in the universe narrowing to the sight of dream
LISTEN. LISTEN, I'M HAVING EMOTIONS,,,,
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I was rewatching Gallavich scenes, as one does at 3 am, and I just noticed a detail so wholesome that it would be a crime not to share it. In season 4 episode 7, aka the episode where Mandy gets Mickey to go look for Ian, there is this scene in which Kev wants a gun and he goes to the Milkoviches to get it. There he asks Mickey if he is wearing cologne and Mickey says that it's just Kenyatta's perfumed soap.
BULLSHIT.
Mickey obviously didn't admit it but he was wearing cologne because he intended to see Ian for the first in a while and he wanted to smell good. That's the obvious wholesome detail about this scene. But wait. There's something more that I just noticed.
MICKEY WAS TRYING TO PICK A NICE OUTFIT TO GO MEET IAN AND HE HAD LAID OUT ALL OF HIS GOOD SHIRTS KSHDKSKSHDHS. THE FAN SERVICE GOES FUCKING CRAZY WITH THIS ONE.
NOT ONLY DID MICKEY MILKOVICH WEAR FUCKING COLOGNE, HE ALSO CHOSE TO LOOK HIS FUCKING BEST TO SEE IAN. I CAN'T THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH.
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