“Nothing, I just got Charles’ blood on it,” Thatcher answered, walking away to put his trench coat into the washer and starting it. He came back into the room, a few old scars and his tattoo now visible on his arms. He sat down on the floor in front of the couch, which looked a bit funny considering how tall he was. But he wouldn’t just sit down somewhere, he hadn’t been formally invited to do so. “What are you doing?”
Leon looked at Thatcher again. "Why are you standing there?" Leon asked, looking at his laptop screen and scrolling through the news. He was looking at news, something he rarely did, to see if the world realized Charles was dead or not.
“It would be rude for me to sit on your furniture uninvited..” Thatcher said, looking at Leon, then back to the screen. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning forward with his chin resting on his palm.
"It's fine, you can sit on the furniture if you want," Leon said. "And apparently the world doesn't know Charles is dead yet," He added, still looking through the news to double check if what he said was true or not.
Thatcher pushed to his feet, sitting on the couch next to Leon. “It’s probably too soon for anyone to know. They will find out eventually, and it will be obvious that the man was murdered. The both of us will most likely be reported to the police by Mason,” he said.
"But what evidence would Mason have to report on us?" Leon asked, blushing slightly at how close they were. He took out both of his earbuds and put them next to him, still scrolling through the news.
“We were two mysterious males asking about siren hunters, then no more than an hour later, the body of a siren hunter is mutilated. Seems like a good bit of evidence to me,” Thatcher answered, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his back slouched slightly.
"Okay then, makes sense, and now we probably can't leave the house without being recognized because of Mason," Leon said, shutting down his laptop. (I'm srry, for the one-liner)
(It’s all good)
Thatcher frowned to himself as he nodded his head slowly. He glanced at the shut off laptop before looking at Leon. “Do you have anything to drink?” He asked. Though he didn’t need to eat or drink, he did sometimes, just to pass the time.
"Yep, what would you like?" Leon asked, quickly standing up and going into his kitchen. He opened his fridge and took out a bottle of water for himself then looked around to try and find where his other drinks were.
“Water should do,” Thatcher answered, looking over to watch Leon. It was growing later in the day, and he wondered if Leon was tired. He didn’t need sleep, so he then wondered what he would do all night. At times, he would have gone out and reaped or helped if a name popped up. But a name wouldn’t pop up because he was bound to Leon. His lips pursed as he turned back to face straight ahead, hands folded in his lap again.
"Okay then," Leon said, taking out another water bottle and closing his fridge. He went over to the couch and gave Thatcher his bottle while he opened his own and took a sip.
Thatcher thanked Leon, opening the bottle and taking a long drink. He closed the bottle, setting it down on his lap. “Do you need to sleep?” He asked, observing Leon closely.
(srry about that, my dad's flight got cancelled and he had to use my laptop for work)
"Yea, I only need a few hours of sleep," Leon answered, smiling at Thatcher and glancing at the clock. "So, what do you want to do?" He asked as he glanced around his house, thinking of things they could do to pass time.
(That’s okay)
“Shouldn’t you go to sleep then, if you need it?” Thatcher asked with a light frown. He almost seemed concerned for Leon. He didn’t know how much sleep people should get, so he wanted to make sure that Leon was getting enough sleep.
"No, it's fine, I've pulled several all-nighters before," Leon explained. He had done a lot of all-nighters through out his life, especially in college and he needed a lot of caffeine to make it through the night.
Thatcher frowned more, but nodded his head anyways. He stared down at his lap for a moment, looking at the water bottle that was rested there. Leon was so close. He was sure that if he turned his head to look at Leon, their lips would be decently close. What was he thinking, though? He didn’t even know if Leon was into males.
Leon blushed slightly again at how close they were as he fiddled with his water bottle. He glanced around his house, not sure what to do, normally he would have been on his phone looking for jobs. But now he wasn't sure what to do, it has been a long time since he's had company at his house.
Thatcher made a note of Leon’s slightly red cheeks, and he shifted a bit where he was sitting before turning his head to look at Leon. He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He never got choked up, and he didn’t know what was wrong with himself. “Leon..” was all he could say, tone wavering.
Leon glanced at Thatcher when he started talking. "Yes?" he said, getting into a position so he was ready to get up and get something if he needed anything at all.
Thatcher almost seemed nervous, something that wasn’t a common look for him. He thought that maybe he should ask before making any sudden movements. Ask if he could kiss Leon, if he could touch him. But that would sound too formal, wouldn’t it? After a moment of silence between them, he moved the water bottle aside. His hand shifted so it was cupping Leon’s cheek, and he took a chances leaning forward to press his lips lightly to Leon’s.
Leon instantly started blushing as he kissed back and shifted his hand so it was on Thatcher's neck. His mind went blank, forgetting about the hunters and that people might be looking around for them this very second.
Thatcher felt relief wash over him when Leon returned the kiss. His hands moved down so they could lace around Leon’s waist. He pulled Leon a tad closer, his head tilting into the kiss to deepen it.
Leon blushed even more, if that was possible, when Thatcher pulled him closer. His hands moved up so he could wrap his arms around Thatcher's neck. He tilted his head also to deepen the kiss as he laced his fingers together behind Thatcher's neck.
Thatcher continued to kiss Leon slowly for a moment longer before breaking away. He caught his breathe keeping his hands on Leon’s hips. “Was that okay?” He asked, looking at Leon in the eye.