I want to be taped to the ceiling

A small sound slips out and he pulls himself upright. ‘ You let me fall asleep - I told you not to, ‘ he huffs after a yawn. ‘ Tell me it wasn’t long, at least? ‘

leave me alone im doing my best

aquaichor replied to your post: yeouch is kind.

:(

‘ Stop it, Archie. ‘ 

There’s only so much he can tolerate. Occasional flings already bordered on unbearable unless one or both of them is plastered. Loveless fucking is enough to sate the body and he takes what he can when being with anyone else still feels like some kind of betrayal. It’s that hope of rough, meaningless touch that lets him so close, lets the man into his house with intent he thought he knew better. But hearing those words stops the redhead in his tracks and sends him back several paces. If not a physical blow, it earns just as much of a recoil. 

His face remains even, if nothing else tired, despite urges rising in his throat to shout at him. How is it fair that it’s always Maxie that has to be the adult? Why does he always have to fall back on sense and logic? As though the larger man is determined to rip allowance for emotion from his hands then in the same motion question how he became so cold. One of them has to be, when the other goes around drunk saying stupid shit like this. It leaves a dull ache in his chest that hurts worst on sleepless nights. For once he wants to be able to snap and pour out every horrible feeling that festers in his mind at the sight of Archie -- no, the Team Aqua leader, a sworn rival and fucking idiot who can’t leave well enough alone -- but again it’s swallowed down. Shouting with someone who’s only half-present for the fight is pointless, he insists. 

So he remains cold in treatment. 

‘ You’re drunk and I don’t need to remind you why I don’t -- ‘ And yet he chokes on the words. ‘ I don’t care how you feel. You need to leave, right now. ‘ 

whelp, don’t know what else to tell ya, but Welcome to the Hootenanny

And Archie said it would be fine to watch nature documentaries. There’s a small huff even if he can’t bring himself to be angry at his boyfriend, not when he’s sleeping so innocently. He adjusts slightly into something more comfortable for a long term position and throws a blanket over the other man before setting attentions back on the television. 

everyone loves me