"You can eat once a day if you try hard and believe in yourself."

“Thaaaat sounds like... probably a bad idea. Like, yeah, you can, but probably it’s better if you don’t.”

Cheek kiss. "I'm going to go take a shower. You're really great."

Blushy Martin! “You’re pretty great too, you know.”

When Lev comes back from the shower, he is wearing pants but not a shirt. 

He has a soft round belly and a lot of hair on his chest and his stomach; there are two faded scars across his chest, a little bit below his heart.

Oh no he's so cute. And shirtless. Lev is shirtless in front of him and it's very good.

Martin blinks a lot and opens his mouth but does not really manage to say anything, though he does make a high sort of strangled noise. 

And now he has shirtless Lev in his lap and grinning at him!

"You can shower too if you want."

"That sounds... good! That sounds good." Martin does not make any movement to get up. In fact, instead of getting up, he buries his face in Lev's wet hair.

"Or you can touch me if you want. Don't kiss me though." He's definitely laughing. 

Martin has negative idea how to handle this. He gives himself a few more seconds of just taking in the fact that Lev is in his lap and shirtless and laughing before he makes himself say words again.

"...I should probably shower! --I should probably move in more, actually, I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes to work yesterday and it's not like you're my size? I guess we didn't really plan very far ahead. Um." And now he is distracted again by the existence of a shirtless Lev in his lap.

Lev kisses his cheek and says "У тебя очаровательная улыбка. Я люблю тебя" and gets off his lap and says "you should probably do one of those things." 

More blinking. "Sorry, what? I speak some Polish but not any--that sounded like Russian at least but I guess I don't know? Um."

"Well, maybe you should have learned Russian then. --You know Polish?"

That earns an actual smile! "Niektóre, ale nie jestem biegły. Czy ty?"

"Znam nieuzasadnioną liczbę języków. מספר מאוד לא הגיוני. Я люблю тебя."

...Martin laughs. "That's absurd." His voice is incredibly fond.

"Minime vero, hoc est absurdum."

"Was that-- was that Latin?" He's laughing more now and before he can second-guess himself he bends over to kiss Lev on the forehead.

"My parents thought it would help me get into Oxford! Which, uh, worked."

"Well, if it worked, I guess that's something? Also you can speak Latin now!"

"Ita! --If you don't start showering or moving in more I will put my head on your thigh and then you never will."

"Yeah okay that's fair."

And then it is time for Martin to start moving in! He doesn't have much: clothes, a couple books, lots of canned food and ready meals. 

Lev entertains himself while this is happening by reading a book called Scattered Suns: The Saga of Seven Suns #4. The front cover depicts what may either be an exotic alien planet or Kirk's rock. The back cover says: 

The war between the alien hydrogues and the faeros ravages the Ildiran Empire, dividing humanity. New Mage-Imperator Jora'h must quash the rebellion launched by his mad brother before the hydrogues destroy what is left of the empire. He sends his beloved half-human daughter on a desperate mission to make peace with the hydrogues.

Jess Tamblyn seeds worlds with the watery wentals, the mortal enemies of the hydrogues. On the ravaged planet of Theroc, home to a telepathic worldforest, a dead man is resurrected for mysterious new allies. Chairman Basil Wenceslas, in a vendetta against the free-spirited Roamers, ignores the soldier machine backbone of the Hansa fighting force. King Peter has long suspected that the compies, built with the help of the ancient Klikiss robots, cannot be trusted. In the coming war, humans and Ildirans will both face their darkest choices yet...

And once it is done Martin will flop on what is now also his bed! "You know, it's funny, I've been working so much recently that I can't actually think of what else I'd usually be doing."

"Snuggles," Lev says, "and emotionally intense conversations."