[Lup's not being completely flippant when she tells her brother she's already known for months now. But how could she not see it? The way her brother holds himself around Kravitz, the lingering glances, the brushes of touch. The soft, but undeniable trust built up there between them, that Kravitz has never once taken advantage of. Taako has it bad, even if he isn't as willing to talk through his overwhelming feelings with Lup like she'd done a million times over with him, but he's always kept those kind of emotions a little closer to the chest than she's been able to.

All of those years apart doesn't make it easier either.

But at least she gets this admission, quiet and thoughtful and frightened as it is, her brother pressed closed and whispering his feelings to her alone.]

I know I'm the last elf to ever be saying this - [nearly fifty years of slowburn was built on this exactly] - but I think you may be overthinkin' things, sweetheart.

He'll never know you like I know you, like we know each other, but Kravitz already knows who you are. He's had your number the last friggin' year. That guy doesn't expect shit from you that you aren't ready for. He'd never ask for you to give up or change who you are or anything like that. He just wants to be with your surly ass and have the chance to like, love you.

[Lup reaches up to brush the bangs from Taako's face, leaning in close to press a kiss to his matching nose. He may be panicking, but Lup's smile is reassuring and surprisingly soft.]

You love him, don't you?