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Between the Eurovision frenzy and the many concerts around Europe that it had brought with it, the guitarist had hardly had time to work on his thesis. Don't get him wrong, he was very proud and happy with everything they were achieving, but he had already had to postpone it several times and, at this point, he felt that if he didn't finish it already he was going to go crazy.
They finally had a bit of a longer break until the arrival of their next tour, so he had decided it would be the perfect time to try to finish it. So, yes, the last few weeks have been pretty stressful for Jan.
Thank heavens he has Nace by his side. The two have been living together for some time now, and the older always felt like an anchor for Jan.
Whatever he needed, whether it was food, a drink, a hug, some cuddles, a massage for his aching back after being glued to the computer all day, a shoulder to cry on, or just a comforting presence by his side while he worked, Nace was always there for him.
So, of course, Nace was next to him at the time he pressed the button to send it. It's done, he thought. He got up from his chair and turned towards his boyfriend, who was looking at him with a lovestruck expression.
Nace opened his arms and drew him into a tight embrace, his smile evident as he said, “I'm so so so proud of you, Janči.”
Jan felt like crying. He did it, he really did. It was done. Well, not done done, he still had to wait to see his grade. But his part was done. And, on top of that, he made his boyfriend proud.
But then, there was the other part of his brain. The part that told him that all the effort, stress and anxiety was for nothing. That it was not enough. That he shouldn't have bothered. So... yeah. He was crying.
He didn’t say a word, but Nace could read him like an opened book.
“Oh, srček,” Nace whispered, rubbing circles with his hand on Jan's back and making his way to his hair with the other, softly scratching his scalp.
After a while, when the tears had stopped flowing and the younger's breathing had calmed down a little, Nace slowly separated himself from Jan and took his face in his hands. Gently, he wiped away the remnants of tears with his thumbs.
“You did amazing honey. You've worked so hard and it doesn't matter that it took you longer than you anticipated. Sometimes things happen and we can't control it. It doesn't matter when you got it done, the only thing that matters is that you did it. So don't let that little mind of yours tell you that it's bad, let alone when those "things" were us going to Eurovision,” he said, the last sentence eliciting a little chuckle out of Jan. “Look at how far you've come! You've achieved so many things and I want you to feel proud of yourself.”
Jan nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now, but he hoped that the little smile on his face was enough to tell Nace how insanely grateful he was for those words.
“I love you so much and I'm so so proud of you, ljubi, and nothing will ever change that.” Finally, Nace leaned closer and closed the distance between them. It was easily the most tender kiss anyone had ever given Jan, making him want to melt into it.
He rested his forehead against Nace's and whispered, “Thank you for everything, Nacko. I love you.”