[ reki leans a cheek into his hand, just as rosey as kojiro's—but for a different reason entirely. that second margarita is drained of all but the dregs, which means his skinny ass is already long gone. ]
You're too far away.
[ honestly, for the best. this is why he likes drinking; he can say shit like that instead of letting it bounce around inside him until it makes him miserable. it's a panacea for all kinds of hurt, so no need to worry about how low and undeserving he is when he's practically untouchable—better to focus instead on how good kojiro's skin feels against his own.
and bonus: he knows he's safe here. it's a far cry from what he had before this started, whenever this started, and maybe if reki was a better person, he'd thank him. but he's not. he's the worst. ]
We should get a room down here. I'll pay.
[ reki's ideas can never be that simple. obviously he's still working out the second part. it comes quick enough: ]
no subject
You're too far away.
[ honestly, for the best. this is why he likes drinking; he can say shit like that instead of letting it bounce around inside him until it makes him miserable. it's a panacea for all kinds of hurt, so no need to worry about how low and undeserving he is when he's practically untouchable—better to focus instead on how good kojiro's skin feels against his own.
and bonus: he knows he's safe here. it's a far cry from what he had before this started, whenever this started, and maybe if reki was a better person, he'd thank him. but he's not. he's the worst. ]
We should get a room down here. I'll pay.
[ reki's ideas can never be that simple. obviously he's still working out the second part. it comes quick enough: ]
And fingerpaints.