Vaughn chuckled softly and nodded, sitting himself up slightly. “It felt great to get some more rest, though. I haven’t properly slept this week. With all of this going on, my anxiety has been through the roof,” he murmured, continuing to run his hand through Kaz’s curls.
“Yeah, I understand. Ran out of my meds last week and I can’t afford any more till next week,” Kaz mumbled, shifting a little to try and get more comfortable
“Really? I could have sent you money, you know,” Vaughn stated with a frown. He knew that Kaz found it difficult to ask him for help. He didn’t have much money either, but it wasn’t like he neeed it. He was stocked on his medication for a few more weeks, and his foster sister could anyways pick up more.
“I know, but I didn’t want to bother you,” Kaz said sheepishly. He hated to ask for anything, especially from Vaughn. He just couldn’t help the feeling that he might be using him, as irrational as the thought was
“I would have loved to hear from you these past couple days. It would have put me in such a better mood. I think I’ve been terrible the past couple days,” Vaughn admitted with a soft sigh. He hugged at Kaz’s waist, holding him tight.
“Yeah, I guess I should have called. I thought you were just out on a really long job or something before,” Kaz said with a small shrug
“You know I like to finish them up quick. If I stuck around too long and toyed with those men, the cops would catch on,” Vaughn pointed out, pressing a kiss to the bridge of Kaz’s nose.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kaz responded, smiling at the kiss. “Now that I think about it, how did you end up with these people?” he asked curiously
“I was hiding from the police in a library. I showed up at a house where I was supposed to help a woman who said her husband drowned her daughter, but it was just a set up. When I got there, there were a lot of damn cops. Got me in the calf pretty good. But I saw a girl open up a passageway behind one of the shelves, so o got curious. Turned out it was some big secret that no one was supposed to know about. It was pretty insane,” Vaughn explained with a soft huff. “And all because I was going to help someone.”
"Well," Kaz began, pausing for a moment as he chuckled. "That was wild from start to finish. And hell, when were you high up enough on the most wanted list that the cops tried to set you up?" he said, his tone both joking and concerned
“I’m referred to as a serial killer, Kaz. I’ve killed at least ten men so far, maybe more. I decided not to keep track when I got to ten. Jut the fact that the government most likely has my mental health records is enough to want me off the streets and into some goddamn prison for the rest of my miserable life,” Vaughn mumbled, frowning heavily as he spoke.
"Well, they can kiss my ass, because you are not getting locked up in some dingy ass prison for the rest of your life," Kaz huffed. He refused to let anyone take Vaughn away from him, not now, not ever
“Don’t worry, angel. They’d have to shoot me dead before I let myself get arrested willingly,” Vaughn assured in a gentle tone. He had one or two scars from when he was shot in possibly fatal places, but he always got through it with a bit of medical attention from his foster parents.
Kaz couldn't help but laugh a little at the nickname. "I'm a demon love, not an angel. Half demon, but it still counts," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to Vaughn's cheek as he let his head rest back against the other's shoulder
“What have I told you before? You still act as precious as an angel to me, so I’m going to keep calling you that,” Vaughn hummed. He gave Kaz’s body a quick and affectionate squeeze.
"Only for you, my love," Kaz hummed, grinning as he spoke. He would admit, he acted far nicer around Vaughn than he did normally, even when he was around friends. Something about love, he supposed
“God, it’s times like this that I wish we were back at the apartment. I would be all over you by now,” Vaughn pointed out with a soft sigh. He trailed his fingertips up and down Kaz’s forearm gently, thinking as he did so.
"Mmh, I know. But as soon as we get this alien shit figured out I'll pull out a nice bottle of whiskey and we can stay up all night," Kaz hummed, small tingles trailing up his arm at Vaughn's touch
“I would kill for that right now,” Vaughn mumbled, continuing the small, light touches. He knew how sensitive of an area that was for Kaz, so he wasn’t just trying to be gentle with him.
Kaz felt another small shiver run through him as Vaughn continued the touches. "Vaughn, baby, you know my tattoos are sensitive," he hummed, though he made no move to take his arm away
“I know that. I just like them,” Vaughn said in a soft tone. As he continued, he used his other hand to bring Kaz’s hand towards his lips, kissing gently at each of his knuckles.
"Sure," Kaz drawled teasingly, smiling as Vaughn brought his hand to his lips. He loved the affection, especially since a few of his knuckles were bruised and split. It was obvious he had been fighting something while Vaughn was gone, though he never said anything about it. He hated to worry Vaughn, especially with something as insignificant as split knuckles
“Are you okay?” Vaughn thought to ask in a soft tone. He had constant bruises and scars forming on his knuckles quite often, and it didn’t bother him one bit. For some reason, though, it pained him to see the same marks on Kaz’s knuckles. He suddenly wished he was back home, where he could better provide a life for Kaz so he wouldn’t have to worry about bruised and bleeding hands.
"Of course I'm okay," Kaz said, feigning confusion even though he knew exactly what Vaughn was asking about. He didn't think the marks on his knuckles were a big deal, especially considering the fact that he had only gotten them in another bar fight. Some of the scarring had been renewed by the job he had been helping Erik on, but it was otherwise fine
“You didn’t have these the last time that I saw you. These are fresh,” Vaughn pressed, lowering Kaz’s hand away from his lips. He picked up Kaz’s other hand, checking that one for any bruising or cuts.