Should I for some reason not invite you over, he thought. We're in this together, for one, and who better to share this with than the man who has just professed his love to me. And frankly, if it didn't work, they could have a good night drinking and ...whatever Anthony might be interested in doing, be it interesting conversation, or dessert and a bit of telly, or ...what was the popular terminology? Netflix and chill? If they were going to do this, they should spend more time together.

And if it worked, he wanted Anthony to be the first to see--assuming nothing went wrong. It felt...right, especially with Anthony looking at him like he might just agree to get into trouble together. Co-conspirators, maybe. Friends, definitely. The magic scared him, but it also sounded so fascinating.

"No?" he said, teasing with more casual confidence than he felt. Of course, neither of them had dabbled in the occult. "Alright, I'll let you know when I'm ready. And it can be our first." He primly picked out an errant tomato slice before it could fall from his sandwich. "Dabbling, I mean."