“Groffsauce-” Lin sang fondly.
“Someone is clearly drunk.”
Lin snorted, “Like you aren’t,” He headed straight for Jonathan’s arms, seeing him as comfort.
“Hey,” Jonathan greeted the man in his arms, “How are you doin’ on this fine evening?”
“Been better.” He mumbled, suddenly looking up to meet Jonathan’s gaze.
Jonathan leaned a bit closer, not knowing why, “Why’s that.”
“You, Jonathan. It’s always you,” In that moment, Lin seemed as sober as ever. It was obvious that he was conscious about his words, “It’ll always be you.”
Raking his hands through Jonathan’s hair, he moved closer to his lips, trying for something. He didn’t know what exactly, but something.
“We can’t.” Jonathan explained, tightening his grip on Lin’s waist.
Lin smiled, all sad and soft, and rested his forehead on Jonathan’s shoulder. “I know.” Planting a kiss on his neck, he gave his cheek a friendly pat, as if to say goodnight. Goodnight and goodbye.
He turned, and didn’t look back
