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A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME  bc  who  needs  soft  kisses  when  you  can  have  This   !

What do you mean you want tall, dark and handsome?

Even at this time of night—morning now, Evan supposed—the interstate had traffic. He maneuvered smoothly between big rigs and other late travelers, rock music playing softly.

Evan blinks at the tone, not expecting such peppiness so suddenly, but he takes it in stride, grabbing the arm of the man who probably shouldn't be standing given his obvious condition.

Leon just looked at Evan through half-lidded eyes, trying to focus on something. Letting himself be led through his apartment by the arm, wobbling along beside Evan.

Evan rolled his eyes affectionately at the statement, though his heart jumped at Leon's acrobatics, and perused the cabinets and fridge for another bottle. He grimaced at the state of them.

Leon grinned as he saw Evan go through his cabinets and fridge, shrugging at the other man's grimace.

"Yeah," Evan said, matching Leon's pessimistic optimism with deadpan sarcasm, "because that would be such a great thing."

"well, many have tried, and all of them failed somehow. I think it's a curse at this point." He chuckled as his gaze fell over Evan again.

Evan hummed, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his palms, and he flexed his fingers into them. A repetitive motion to let Leon know he wasn't going anywhere, especially when he glanced away.

He set the bottle down next to him, watched it land. His jaw tightened to Evan's words. Keeps themselves safe, like it was that easy. Leon wished it was, but the truth was anything but.

The shift was obvious, and Evan bit his lip at the emotional shutdown in Leon's body language, heart stuttering. The denial made it worse, but he closed his eyes to wrangled the errant emotions, smiling despite himself.

"I just... I just don't want you to get hurt."

Expression easing into something gentler, Evan sighed, shaking his head slightly, as if to alleviate the concern.

He just stared at Evan, with his blue eyes trailing over the other one's features. He didn't even know why he was staring. Was it just him being drunk, or was he actually looking for something there? Either way, his gaze never left Evan's, even when his hand was held and kissed. He let out a tired sigh as he dropped his head back, hitting it with a bang against the cabinet. He huffed and wrinkled his nose at the impact, but didn't move his head.

Evan winced at the thump against the cabinet and dropped their hands back to Leon's lap, not yet letting go, but he didn't answer right away, either. He let the silence sit and settle in the kitchen, breaking it with a low voice.

"i just wake up and do my job. I really don't think far ahead." He lifted his head upright and followed Evan's gaze to his bare apartment. Nothing fancy, only the necessities.

Evan shook his head, a bit incredulous that Leon would call this living, but he supposed it would be impossible to wholly understand all he had been through. What he continued to live through. How hard it would be.

He laughed, that genuine, soft laugh, as he lifted his head to meet Evan's gaze

Evan rolled his eyes, not able to hold back a laugh at Leon's quip, and muttered, "You're insufferable," with a full grin. It relaxed into something fond, head tilted as he just looked at Leon.

"Comes with the charm."

"Don't sound too enthused," he deadpanned teasingly, but the effect was ruined when he yawned. He didn't even know what time it was anymore.

He chuckled with a head shake at Evan's comment, before watching the other one's movements with amusement on his face.

"I could've."

"Didn't take you as a type who looks for a challenge."

Evan shrugged. "You're cursed to survive the death attempts of tepid water; I'm cursed with challenges. Speaking of..."

"Given the fact that I'm not tired at all, quite."

"Yup, cursed," he lamented, taking in the smug look. "What do you suggest then, insomniac extraordinaire? Because if I drove all the way out here just to stand in the kitchen until dawn, well—"

He huffed a laugh at Evan's comment with a shake of his head.

When Leon leaned back, Evan found himself without a hand to hold onto, but he took the opportunity to flick Leon on the knee for the first comment, saying, "I am perfectly lucid."

He tilted his head with a raised brow, following Evan's movement.

"Pretty sure I mentioned something about holding you down like a weighted blanket"—he smirked briefly before shaking his head—"but I didn't come here with a plan beyond keeping you from being alone with your thoughts in whatever capacity that ended up being."

"Oh yeah, you said that."

"I mean... you were surprised that I actually showed up, so"—he shrugged and shifted on his feet a bit, hands shoved in his pockets—"I guess you weren't expecting anything."

"hey. Give me a break, i've enough alcohol for three. I have permission to forget things."

Evan held up his hands in mock surrender for a moment to show he meant no harm by the earlier statement, also a little started by the sudden movement.

He chuckled when Evan raised his hands.

"Yeah, well..."

He yawned again, with a stretch, trying to listen to the other one's words.

"That's—"

He turned around to face Evan still walking backwards towards his bedroom.

Evan laughed, not even sure he understood himself at that point of the night, but he stuck with whatever the logic was, adding, "Maybe it'll be clearer once you wake up and I'm still here."

He opened one of his eyes as he heard Evan talk.

Dropping his bag by his feet, Evan looked down with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm, floor looks pretty inviting," he joked, "but since you're offering."

He hummed a laugh at Evan. When he felt the mattress shift, he moved his hands under his head as Evan partly laid over him.

Evan snuggled closer when Leon shifted, fingers unconsciously grasping his shirt. "Mmm that's because you're comfy."

He let his arms fall over his head, resting his head against his bicep with a quiet chuckle. Seeing Evan almost drift to sleep, made him calm his shallow breath to more deep and slow, not wanting to disturb the other.

Sleep drunk, Evan crooned softly, "Can’t stop me now," altering the famous lyric to suit—words which dissolved into a smiley mumble.

A low snort vibrated through his chest at Evan's comments.

His body felt heavy and pleasantly warm, and keeping his eyes open became harder.

"yeah, sure." he mumbled as he lowered his gaze back to Evan.

"Yes, sir."

What do you mean you want tall, dark and handsome?