"Um." His brow furrows slightly, and he considers how to phrase his answer. "Like - kind of? Not because I thought..." He trails off, tries again. "I thought about it to make my parents happy. But then I figured it'd just. Suck a lot for her."
"I mean, there was a few of them, you gotta be more specific," he points out, a little amused at the question -- he can't remember mentioning anyone particular. He leans forward to set down his glass so that he can fully cuddle into Leo's side, winding his arms around him contentedly.
"God, I guess - that was a long time ago for you. Um, I asked you who your first crush was, in case I needed - you know, to convince you I really knew you already." Leo strokes whatever he can reach, soft and slow. "Michael."
"Oh. Right." It's been long enough that he only faintly remembers, and he nudges an apologetic kiss against Leo's shoulder. "Uh, he was in the same class. There's not a lot to tell you? We were kinda friends, but we didn't hang out outside of school." A shrug. "Just -- I dunno, he was nice."
"Nah. He moved after a couple of years. And I didn't like saying anything unless I was really sure it was gonna go well." He tilts up to press another kiss against Leo's jaw, just a fond gesture. "What about you? Tell me about your first relationship."
He makes a face - not because he doesn't want to talk about it, just because he's not a fan of the guy. "His name was Daniel, and he was a giant asshole. Oh my god." The annoyance is giving away to amusement, though. "I can't believe I ever put up with that shit."
"Possessive, uh - but not in a good way?" Leo doesn't look upset or bothered. Thoughtful, maybe. "And, um. You know - pressured a lot. Just that kind of guy."
"Sounds like a dick." He cuddles back into Leo, quiet for a minute, thoughtful. "Is it -- you should tell me if it ever ends up being the bad way. The, um, possessive stuff."
"I feel better than I have all week, I think," he says, meeting the kiss easily and sort of just remaining there. "Just lay on the couch with me for a while?" He wouldn't hate using Nate as a weighted blanket.
"Whatever you want, baby," he murmurs, kissing Leo again before shifting to nudge him into laying down. The touching feels good, Leo's bare skin against his, and Nate seems perfectly happy to stretch out with him. "Are you tired?" he asks once he's settled, curious rather than trying to push him into sleeping.
Leo seems to need a moment to think about it, one arm slung around Nate's middle. "I don't think so?" he says eventually. "I think I'm just... mellow."
"Also good," Nate says with a little smile, nuzzling at him contentedly, his fingers stroking gently at Leo's arm. "M'glad. Thought it was gonna be a real bad night there for a bit."
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