“you’re so sweet.” it does the job, at least. it’s silly, in some way, but it’s warm all the same. being pulled back in only makes theo cling more, taking him in.

“‘course. don’t have to ask me twice.” leaning up, he presses a kiss to shaun’s jaw.

“i wanted to have something nice for you.”

a mumble, squeezing shaun’s frame. his voice is breathy, almost in a way that he finds to be a bit ( too * ) pathetic or desperate.

“for what? don’t be. i get it. i’m just glad you’re here and — fuck, we’ve got so much catchin’ up to do.”

theo could damn near melt. he’s clinging onto shaun immediately, hands clutching the back of his shirt. he reciprocates the kiss, doing his best to keep it soft and sweet. it takes everything in him not to allow some hint of desperation to slip in. god, he missed him.

anyway. i need to get dolled up.

[ tearing up??? ]

( he is still drunk. )