PLS TRY AGAIN

“Of course.” Wyatt hesitates a bit before he says his next thought, a small smile flitting over his features, and he squeezes Hunter’s hand. Before he speaks, he begins leading him in towards the kitchen with him. “I assumed you would, if I’m honest. Wear my clothes.” He passes a glance over at Hunter, teeth digging into his lower lip for a moment or two before he releases it. “I just haven’t seen you bring anything clean in a while, so...” He trails off, ducking his head, and releases Hunter’s hand only when they reach the kitchen in order to begin cutting fruit up. It’s a good thing his roommate isn’t around --- this would be quite the sight to happen open. “And you know that isn’t what I meant, by the way, about coming --- but I appreciate the thought nonetheless. I also appreciate how cute you were whilst delivering it... Want to taste?” He’s just gotten the strawberries out of the fridge, and rinsed them off as well. Currently, he holds one out to Hunter with an expectant look on his face.

“No, no --- it’s fine. If anything, I think I’m going to want to bum one off of you.” Wyatt finds what he says to be entirely too much like his own situation to be totally comfortable, but the prospect of getting a smoke makes up for it. Letting out a slightly awkward laugh, he reaches up to run his fingers through his already messy hair. “I kinda left mine at home today, thinking maybe it would help me pace out my rapidly developing habit. Turns out my boss just stressed me into needing one more than ever. Do you mind?”

Concern is obvious in the tone of Hunter’s voice, and on his face when Wyatt turns his head to see his expression. He reaches up to touch his face gently, drawing his fingertips over his cheek and offering him a little smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll take something when we get to the kitchen.” That’s where he keeps his medication, though perhaps it’s a bit strange. Most people keep their pills in their bathroom cabinets, but he’s gotten used to having it a bit closer at hand for himself. Brushing a kiss to the tip of Hunter’s nose, Wyatt gets to his feet and wanders over to his dresser, contemplating putting on clothes for a moment. Eventually he decides against it, casting a half-smile over his shoulder at Hunter and shrugging a bit. “We’ll just take our clothes off again anyway. Coming?” He holds a hand out to him.

Suddenly an awareness flows through Wyatt that perhaps hadn’t entirely been there before. With Kit’s arms hanging at his sides and his monotonous voice ringing in the air, his dispassion obvious, it’s difficult to not see how dire this situation really is. His concern turns to acute worry, and he wonders to himself if he shouldn’t make himself a home right here in this apartment, just to ensure that Kit is okay. It’s hard for him to let go, but let go he does, instead reaching up to place his hands on either side of his face. He wants him to look at him. “It’s important. I know it is.” He can tell, and he needs him to hear him when he says it, too. As if him saying it aloud can somehow make Kit recognize it as true again. “But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll pour us some wine.” Leaning in, he presses a kiss to Kit’s forehead, and then he lets him go, turning to fetch a couple of glasses and to do just as he’d said he would.

“Mmm.” Wyatt hums it out as he places his kisses on Hunter’s face, the feeling of his arms wrapped around him a very good one. He’s warm and he’s content and he’s... really happy, actually. Happier than he has been in a while. It’s like all of his worries have melted away, and he thinks he has this intimacy to thank for that. He has Hunter to thank for that. It isn’t something he wants to say out loud, but he conveys it in the soft way that he touches him; his eyes always give him away. “I’d never want to eat anything more than you, Wei. Unfortunately, my body has other needs.” Reaching for Hunter’s hand, Wyatt takes the time to kiss each one of his fingers, a little smile playing at his lips. “Of course I’ll play with your hair. What’s the point in taking a bath together if I don’t get to take care of you?” Spreading his fingers, Wyatt kisses his palm now, and then he’s moving to regretfully climb off of him. He misses his warmth immediately, and he winces a bit when he bends his knee and a shock of pain shoots up his leg. He tries to hide it, but it doesn’t work as well as he hopes. “Come with me to the kitchen?”

A frown curves down the corners of Wyatt’s mouth as he sees Kit, sees the state that he’s in. His words don’t help it any. For a few long moments, Wyatt just stands there looking at him. There’s not even a hint of judgement in that gaze, but rather a soft sort of concern that seems to exude from him. After a while, he steps forward and gently presses a palm to Kit’s cheek, fingertips drifting down over his face. “I’ll take care of it.” He repeats what he’d sad before, this time a bit lower, and he blinks as he looks away for just a breath. The place seems a bit in a disarray, clothes in a heap that he thinks Kit probably crawled out of. That’s okay. “What happened?” He’s not fully filled in on everything that’s gone on with Kit, and that’s his own fault. He’s going to have to apologize to him, but that will be after he wraps him up into a hug. Strong arms wind about his body, and he pulls him in with ease, a comforting hand drifting over his spine. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much.”

Wei’s laugh makes Woojin’s smile slip onto his features, all dimples as he looks at him with a fondness he isn’t certain he could explain, or feel for anyone else. Leaning up, he kisses him gently on the lips, one of his hands moving down his chest so he can rub his belly. “You were amazing too, Wei. Really amazing. Thank you.” He doesn’t think he’s ever thanked anybody for sex before, but it feels appropriate right now with his heart skipping beats and their skin all pressed together. “We can go again after breakfast, if you want.” He very much means that, and his tummy rumbles as if to protest the fact they aren’t already eating. Only... Woojin kind of wants more. Something more between then and now. His knee is aching at this point, the pain difficult to ignore; he’ll take something for it, but he also wants. “Take a bath with me? And I’ll cut up some fruit for us.” He has plenty of fruit, he’d just done shopping yesterday. Woojin watches Hunter’s expression, and he presses little kisses to his face.

There’s something very wrong. Wyatt can sense it just in the way that Kit has been texting him, and he finds it disturbing that perhaps he was too wrapped up in his own dramas and feelings to have noticed it before now. With two bottles of wine under his arm, he lets himself into Kit’s apartment without knocking. He’ll know who it is. The temperature drops slightly, and he notices that, the cold seeping into him near immediately. He should’ve paid his heating this month. He forgot, but he’ll take care of it soon enough. “Kit?” His voice is low and rough, a result of being on the phone all day with various clients and the like. Wandering into the kitchen, Wyatt sets the bottles of wine down on the counter top, and then lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Everything feels very strange to him right now, for some reason. “I’m going to take care of the heat.” He raises his voice, calling into the depths of the apartment, and hoping Kit will emerge. // @kitlcuis

WYATT: sometimes it might be, but not this time. i think i'll say it again.

WYATT: i love you, you know? i don't say that very often.

WYATT: i don't mind that, but i can also bring my own if you'd like? i'm not a moocher, promise

“There being no clouds typically means it’ll be cooler during the winter and early spring, actually.” Wyatt murmurs that in a tone that seems to reflect his mood, far more stormy than the weather seems to be. He’s tired. It’s Friday, though, so at least he has that much to be cheerful about. Vana’s mood is infectious too, so despite her disappointment in the weather, he seems to be catching it just a little bit. “Because clouds provide insulation, you know?” He trails off a bit, not wanting to be a bore, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the door to the coffee shop closes behind them. He blinks, casting dark eyes in her direction when she offers to pay for his drink. “That’s sweet of you. Uh, just a plain coffee is fine. Actually, is their french vanilla flavor good? I think I’ll do that. Double-double with an espresso shot.” Despite Vana offering to pay, Wyatt gets his card out anyway. After she does pay, he’s going to pay it forward --- let whoever the next customer is in line drink for free today. Doing nice things always puts him in a better mood.