Leon buried his face into Thatcher's shoulder as he nodded, still blushing. "W-Why did you kiss me in the first place?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from burying his face into Thatcher's shoulder, his arms still wrapped around his neck.
“I just-… I felt like I needed to. I’ve wanted to for a while now, but I kept telling myself that I must be wrong,” Thatcher explained, his hands lightly rubbing at Leon’s hips. “But that didn’t feel wrong at all.”
"Oh…okay then," Leon nodded, still burying his face into Thatcher's shoulder. He was still blushing heavily as he realized that people were looking around for them, trying to kill them. "How are we going to survive with people trying to kill us?"
“I can protect you, Leon. I can keep you safe,” Thatcher answered. His fingers continued to massage Leon’s hips, the tips of his fingers occasionally brushing along his skin instead of the shirt.
"But I don't want you to get hurt," Leon said, trying to think of other ways they could survive. "I could disguise us, or we can just never leave the house and get everything online," He suggested, fiddling with his fingers behind Thatcher's neck.
“It doesn’t matter if I get hurt, I’ll be fine if I do. Besides, you need to be in the ocean sometimes so you don’t dry out,” Thatcher pointed out. His fingers now slipped underneath of Leon’s shirt, feeling and rubbing the bare skin on he sides now.
"True, so then we'd only have to leave once a month. Then we'd have to leave every few weeks to get groceries and stuff like that," Leon said, blushing slightly when Thatcher's hands went under his shirt.
“Are you sure about this? Maybe we’ll be fine, they don’t know where you live,” Thatcher said, continuing to feel skin. Still, he wanted so much more of Leon. He wanted every little bit of him.
"But if someone recognizes us, they might follow one of us to here then they'd tell the police where we live," Leon replied, still blushing slightly. He kept thinking of ways which would make them unnoticeable when they go outside. They could just stay home and rarely go outside, or they could make themselves look completely different and then go outside.
“We should just be very careful then. We can not stay cooped up in this house for the rest of our lives,” Thatcher said. He didn’t want to be locked up in this place. As decent as it sounded to stay here with Leon, he needed to get out and do his thing, or he’d get extremely restless.
"So, I can disguise us? I know how to do makeup, don't ask why," Leon said. It had been a long time since he's done makeup on himself or anyone, the last he did it he was a young teenager. He had learned from his mom how to do makeup and he usually did it to disguise himself instead of making himself look prettier.
“You can go on ahead and do that, but I don’t think I want makeup on my face,” Thatcher mumbled with a slight frown. He didn’t like the thought of it much. He considered himself to be a masculine person, and he had never thought to wear makeup.
"Okay then," Leon said with a slight laugh. "I'll have to go to the store to get some makeup, temporary hair color spray, and contacts," He said. He thought of other stuff he might need to buy and what he wanted to end up looking like. Usually he made himself look like a brunette with blue eyes or a blond with gray eyes.
“And I will go with you,” Thatcher added with a nod of his head. He felt a new protectiveness over Leon, the need to keep him safe a bit stronger now. He tilted Leon’s head off of his shoulder, pecking his lips for a moment before leaning back against the sofa.
"Okay then, let's go," Leon said with a nod. He opened his water bottle to take a sip before he got up and put on his converse. He went on his phone to see how much it would cost while leaning against the wall.
Thatcher stood up, brushing his hair back with his hand as he glanced around. He adjusted the collar of his trench coat, lips pursed as he glanced at Leon for a brief moment.
"So, ready to go?" Leon asked, looking up from his phone and Thatcher. He opened the door and held it open while bowing. "The Grim Reaper may exit first," He said sarcastically with a slight laugh.
Thatcher shook his head a tad at the joke, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a light smile. It took him a moment, but he thought that was the first time he had ever really smiled around Leon. He didn’t bring that up though, simply just stepped outside.
Leon followed him and locked the door. He smiled at him, pecking his lips before walking towards his motorcycle. He started his motorcycle and sat down while putting in the directions to the store on his phone.
“I’ll ride with you, I’m too tired to shift,” Thatcher said, getting onto the motorcycle behind Leon. He wrapped his arms around Leon’s waist, tilting his head so he could press his lips to the side of Leon’s neck for a moment.
"Okay then," Leon said, blushing slightly. He put his phone in a secure place then drove to the store. He parked in a spot close to the store, turning off his motorcycle and getting off then walking into the store.
Thatcher got off, following Leon into the store. “How different do you think you’ll make yourself look?” He questioned, arching a brow. He didn’t want Leon to change much, and he would prefer if he didn’t change at all.
"I'm not sure, I'll have to change my eye color for sure and probably make my freckles disappear," Leon answered. He walked to the cosmetics section and looked around for contacts which would change his eye color. He was trying to remember everything he knew about makeup, he probably wouldn't need a lot of stuff.
Thatcher frowned at that, but he nodded. He happened to like Leon’s freckles specifically, so he didn’t like that Leon wanted to cover them. He would help Leon in the way he could, and if it would help Leon stay safe, then he could deal with it.
"What should I change my hair and eye color to?" Leon asked. He couldn't find any contacts in the store so he started looking around temporary hair color spray, still not sure on how different he wanted to make himself look.