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[soicantlose]

He laughs, slightly sheepish, hands still roaming over Leo's bare skin. "It can't be both?"

[busybean]

"I guess," he says fondly, reaching up to flick his thumb against that sheepish smile. "God, I still feel so bad that Kat got there early - but, um, you were extremely hot. Just so you know."

[soicantlose]

He bites gently at Leo's thumb, playfully, reaching one hand up to touch his wrist. "It was good, even if the timing wasn't. Too bad we had to get out of there so fast, though. Didn't end up getting the chance to break in the bed."

[busybean]

"I think you and Kat probably broke that one in," Leo points out, and wow he doesn't mean to sulk about it, but it sort of just happens.

[soicantlose]

"Maybe. But it's not like I remember it. Or I did it, really." He's coaxing, trying to convince Leo it's okay, pressing a kiss against his palm and then his wrist.

[busybean]

"Guess so." He's relaxing right away, the tension in his hand slackening as he strokes softly down the side of Nate's jaw. "You did scare me shitless for like, five seconds when you actually did see her."

[soicantlose]

"I did?" He looks a little confused, considering, leaning into the touch. "I wasn't -- rethinking or anything. Just felt weird having it happen like that."

[busybean]

"Dunno. Just the way you looked at the floor, I guess." Leo squints thoughtfully up at the ceiling, and then adds, as if it makes sense: "Oh, I prolly freaked out cos you're bi."

sweetabatina

[busybean]

It's fine, this is good, too.

[but he's watching him, amused as he holds his hands out, like he's asking where he's meant to go.]

thanks!

[sweetabatina]

[ He holds Leo’s gaze for a moment, not backing off, then he grins and shifts over, offering space, though not that much ]

♥

[busybean]

He slides down into the spot provided, but he will lean over to try to catch him in a glancing sort of kiss, as if saying thanks. "You need something else to drink? Should've asked before I sat back down..."

soicantlose

[busybean]

[leo rolls over, sprawled dramatically in the grass. his phone is in his hand, the screen dark, and he shakes his head no even as he grabs nate's wrist to drag him down with him.]

Trying to work up the courage to text Nico, see if he's heard anything.

thank you, I kept thinking about moving until halfway though captcha <3

[soicantlose]

Maybe listen first. Save yourself that awkward conversation.

[he shifts to settle himself propped up on elbow, leaning over leo, pressing a kiss against his forehead and wrapping an arm around him.]

♥️

[busybean]

[leo frowns up at him, though it's not with any actual upset at nate; he's just stressed.]

You could always just listen to it for me, you know.

[soicantlose]

I could do that, if you want.

[it's a genuine offer, he just feels like leo's nerves are going to get in the way.]

[busybean]

[he makes a listless, frustrated sound.]

I don't know why I care this much. [and then, with another frown-] No, you can't listen. [what if she says something negative about nate??]

[soicantlose]

Because it's still your family?

[it's said gently, and he shrugs, squeezing leo gently.]

Are you sure? I could at least listen to the start, let you know how it sounds. [leo's reason for objecting doesn't even occur to him, but even if it did, it's not like he'd care.]

[busybean]

Yeah, but I don't need them.

[it's said with an insane sort of conviction for a teenager to have, even if he is a college student now. quietly, a little frustrated, he'll mutter:]

We've always deserved better families.

[busybean]

Leo shows up at the door of apartment 806 a few hours later, dressed in long sleeves despite the summer warmth. He knocks twice, then calls through the door, "Hey, it's just me."

[sweetabatina]

Ceder's voice comes from the other side of the door a few moments later,

"Oh good, I thought it might be the DEA." He says as he swings open the door. He grins for a second, considers something as his eyes flick over Leo's face, then he takes a half step back. "Come on in."

For the most part, Ceder's apartment barely looks like anyone lives in it, except for the telltale stack of textbooks on the coffee table next to his laptop. The decor is disgustingly minimalist, and looks like it came out of an interior design magazine for millennial perverts (because it did). Again, except for the coffee table, which is sort of beat up and colorful in contrast to the pristine beige couch.

[busybean]

Leo doesn't know what he's expecting when he sees the inside of Ceder's place, but he can pretty safely say it isn't this. Curiosity registers briefly on his face, and he shutters it quickly as he steps inside.

"Wouldn't rat you out before I stopped by," he says, and his movements are slightly stiff, uncomfortable. "Thanks."

[sweetabatina]

"I didn't know what exactly you were looking for, so I have a couple things." Ceder says with his back to Leo. He disappears into his bedroom for a second and then returns with a couple of small plastic bags.

"You're not a redhead but I didn't know if you had that thing where opiates don't work for you." He says. "Or if you wanted to get high or just actually needed a good pain killer." He glances up at Leo,

"What?"

[busybean]

Leo looks amused at that despite himself, a little baffled by the explanation. "Is that a real thing? Opiates don't work for redheads?"

It's a poor attempt at deflection, and he ends up just shrugging slightly. "I'm clumsy, dude, and my job doesn't really cover medical. Just pulled a muscle or something I think." He'd gotten thrown through a window by a poltergeist, but it's not really an excuse that flies for normal people.

[sweetabatina]

Ceder frowns,

"So it is because your hurt yourself." He puts his free hand on his hip. "Sit down, let me look at it."

[busybean]

"I'm not here to make you work, I'm just having trouble sleeping. It looks way worse than it is." He's sitting down, carefully, but stubborn as he holds out his hand.