Food is the best gift you can give. And the most romantic. If he brings me a large pizza with all the toppings again, I might just ask him to marry me.
"I have complete faith in your ability to fall asleep wherever you are." No need to type, he was already in the room, together with two bags that he tossed Mick's way, certain that he'd catch them. "How's your head?"
"Hurts." But now he has delicious fried foods to distract him from that. He wastes no time eating the burger. The rest could wait, especially the chicken. He wanted to be more sobered up before he properly went into that. "Thanks."
"Self-serving, really. Didn't want you whining at me all day." Leonard dropped down on the couch next to Mick, leaning back and letting his legs hang over the armrest. Home sweet home, time to slouch. "Least you're over the polar bears."
"I got a feeling I gotta worry about penguins more with you around." Mick took a large bite out of his burger and settled down comfortably, moving around a little until he was just about touching Leonard but not entirely, close enough to get a little heat off him. He spoke around his mouthful of food. "Where did you go earlier?"
"You asked so nicely, I'll let the penguins live too." Leonard shifted his weight until he leaned partially against Mick, just a little. "Museum. Nothing special." Just gathering some info and also inspecting the new exhibit to decide if it was even worse planning anything.
Mick grunted in response and finished his burger, idly turning his head to look at Leonard and see what he was up to. Not much, apparently. They were just going to hang. Mick eyes his bag of food before generously offering it out. "You want some fries or something?"
"Sure." Leonard reached for some fries, just eating them one by one as he leaned his head back. "You were cute yesterday, for the record. For someone totally wasted." Mick being concerned about polar bears made for one very entertaining memory.
"Why? Because I looked like a total idiot and got upset over polar bears?" Mick remembered very little of last night. Just a lot of beer, he may have sung at some point and then he tried to light a fire and that was the last he remembered. Then he woke up, holding an ice bucket and covered in water. "I was a complete jackass."
"True. But it's hard not to be charmed by you sobbing about polar bears." It really was endearing, he couldn't change that. "At least it's a lot better than some of your other drunken adventures."
"At least I didn't get my ass kicked. Or your ass kicked. Or pass out in a boat going to Mexico." Honestly, out of all the things he'd done, getting upset over polar bears? Kind of a win. "Personally, I think I'm doing pretty well these days."
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I ought to warn that pizza delivery guy before you come on to him.
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I'm sure you two will learn to get on.
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Whatever, we can take it easy. You have your food and then we'll see.
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After I eat, you watch, full recover and everything.
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But hey, I can be surprised.
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