Turnabout Bottled Comforts
How had it ended up like this? Miles had locked up for the night after having taken care of a hefty workload. He had finished a bit early even and was going to enjoy his Friday night for once. Now he found himself sitting at a dimly lit bar with a glass in hand listening to the problems of a drunk prosecutor.
"He really just up in left," sighed the man next to him. He then continued, "I thought we were getting somewhere. Starting to find a bit of harmony in the discord, but I only ever found out by chance meeting Wright in court. I asked about him and y'know what the man says? Yah? He says to me Apollo is off in his homeland reforming the legal system there. His homeland?! He never told me anything about that." Klavier Gavin leaned back to drink deep of his glass. Platinum blond hair long and hanging over his shoulders. Miles had met the prosecutor outside of his office. The man had been sighing loudly, and muttering to himself in German before he had gotten a chance to say anything. Nick always said that he needed to connect with people better, so he offered a polite greeting. Now he found himself babysitting this sopping, wet dog of a man. Even still, he couldn't say he was entirely unsympathetic and he did sort of understand where he was coming from. Miles closed his eyes while tilting his head, "I must admit that it is difficult thinking of what to say, but I assure you that I can at least sympathize and empathize a bit. Even now I cannot understand nor predict the way the one who has captured my heart will act. Though, perhaps I shouldn't speak much on the topic as I have left him behind a few times without a word."
When he opened his eyes, Gavin was looking at him with narrowed eyes and a pout before a finger was jabbed into his chest, "What sorta man abandons his beloved, eh?" Before he could say anything, Klavier embraced him and whined, "Hrmph, take me home chief prosecutor." And then a hiccup, "To make up for being a heart breaking bastard."
He would forgive the embrace, forgive the words. Alcohol was a powerful thing. He downed his drink, paid for the damage of the night, and then got up to drag Klavier out the door. They made it to his car around the corner when he felt Klavier squeezing just a bit tighter on his body. Klavier had his face pressed against his neck and suddenly, he found the position just a bit too intimate.
Miles muttered, "Watch it."
Klavier grumbled, "Cruel. You're not even going to comfort me properly?"
His brow twitched as he reached up to touch the back of Klavier's head, "There, there."
That caught a chuckle out of the drunk man before Klavier looked at him with a dizzy smile, "No, Herr Edgeworth. Try a kiss instead. An angel lies in your arms weeping. Wipe his tears and make him feel loved."
Miles found his cheeks warming and the words on his lips froze as Klavier tilted his head and got closer. Just a kiss. It had been a while. So busy he didn't have time for things like this. Surely no one would mind, but then through the haze of alcohol he found himself grasping onto logic and sense.
He grunted and put a hand on Klavier's chest to keep him away, "When we get to your home I'll be pouring cold water over your head."
Klavier simply smiled and leaned down to take his hand and kiss it, "Ah, so we may share a cold shower then? What a novel idea. Keep me warm, Herr Edgeworth."
Miles was about to either slap the man or push him over. His cheeks were burning bright red, but he stopped himself as he noticed Klavier slumping over against the car. With a sigh, he tugged the man up into the passenger seat of his car and he got into the driver's seat. He looked at the spot where his hand had been kissed before looking over to Klavier's passed out form next to him. He could see those lips that had threatened his own, waiting and wanting. Instead of taking that comfort, he resolved to never drink again with the heartbroken and he buckled his seatbelt.
