There were cuts on Kaz's other hand as well, one particularly long one that resembled a scratch that stretched from just below his ring finger up to just below his first tattooed band. "I know, I know. But they're nothing serious babe," he assured him
“What about this? What happened here?” Vaughn further questioned, seemingly ignoring when Kaz most likely tried to drop it. He tended to get so much more protective and easily concerned when he truly cared about someone. He motioned to the long cut as he spoke, though he didn’t touch it.
“Just got attacked by a tree, babe,” Kaz chuckled. He had gotten it when he was running from a wendigo a few days prior, when he had tripped up and smacked his hand into a dead tree. It wasn’t serious, so he hadn’t bothered trying to bandage it or anything
Vaughn gave a humming noise as he frowned at Kaz’s hand. “But you’re okay?” He asked, knowing well that Kaz had already said he was fine. He always thought that if he kept asking, maybe he would get a different answer.
"Yes, love, I'm totally okay," Kaz assured him with a smile, leaning forward to peck Vaughn's nose reassuringly. "It's just a few scratches, really. Stuff like this happens all the time to me, and it's not like I got stabbed in the stomach or something."
“Better not get stabbed in the stomach,” Vaughn grumbled, arms now wrapping around Kaz in an affectionate and protective manner. He pressed a kiss to the top of Kaz’s head, not even wanting to think about what would happen if he lost Kaz.
"Well, it has been a long time since I was last stabbed, and that was when I fell on a couple empty beer bottles," Kaz chuckled. It actually wasn't the last time he had been stabbed, he just didn't want to tell Vaughn something that might worry him like that
“You need to be more careful. If you aren’t, I’ll just have to move in with you,” Vaughn murmured. He would be open to that idea, but he never fully moved in. He yawned softly, smiling down at Kaz.
(Bumping.)
“I might just have to get in more trouble so you do move in,” Kaz chuckled. A soft, dorky smile spread across his face as Vaughn yawned. If there was one adorable thing in this world, it was Vaughn yawning
“We can plan for that once we are done with what is going on here. I don’t know how much longer it’s going to be. We have to get all these stones and stop a secret society led by Dylan’s dad. This is going to take a while,” Vaughn sighed, playing with Kaz’s curls.
"You know, the more we talk about the stones and stuff, the more this sounds like we're all inside some crackhead's alley dream," Kaz laughed, smiling as he let his head fall against Vaughn's shoulder again
Vaughn laughed a bit, looking down at Kaz now. “I definitely feel like I’m drugged up half of the time. Veronica picked me up this new medication, and god does it do complete wonders for my anxiety.”
"Well hook me up with some of that," Kaz laughed. "You have no idea how difficult getting meds is when you're legally dead. Cas has to go into the therapist every week and pretend to have all my issues just to get my meds."
“I have some in a duffel bag back in the truck,” Vaughn hummed, smiling as he did so. He moved a hand to gently rub at Kaz’s shoulders, knowing that he was often sore there.
Kaz let out a soft sigh as Vaughn rubbed at his shoulders. He tended to almost melt whenever Vaughn touched them, so it definitely felt nice. "Have to grab some when we aren't around people. You know how I get when I'm loopy," he said, his voice a little quieter now
“Mm, I know exactly how you get,” Vaughn mumbled with a soft chuckle. He kissed the top of Kaz’s head as he continued to massage Kaz’s shoulders, taking his time.
"At least I'm not high with Michael," Kaz chuckled softly, grinning at the memory of when he had last gotten high with his cousin. He wasn't the biggest fan of weed, but it was fun when he and Michael had crashed Alex's house after he had caught Finn with him
“I’m glad you aren’t either, that stuff can get dangerous,” Vaughn hummed softly. He moved one hand down, wrapping it around Kaz’s waist now instead, the other hand still rubbing his shoulders.
"Eh, weed's okay. Kinda gross, but it's kind of funny to watch Michael when he's high," Kaz chuckled, letting his head rest against Vaughn's shoulder gently
“I’m sure it is hilarious, but that’s illegal, angel,” Vaughn reminded him. Who was he kidding? He was a serial killer telling his boyfriend not to break the law. That just broke him into stifled laughter.
“Not illegal if it’s medical,” Kaz said, laughing a little along with Vaughn. “Besides, I’m technically dead, so what am I supposed to worry about? The dead police?”
“I don’t know, I just worry sometimes. You know that,” Vaughn mumbled now, burying his face in Kaz’s curls. He sighed softly, his other hand now wrapping around Kaz as well.
Kaz laughed softly to himself at the way Vaughn was practically trying to absorb him. He thought it was adorable, really. "I know you worry, babe. And worry is good, especially when you've got an alcoholic half demon tattoo artist for a boyfriend," he chuckled
Vaughn gave a noise that sounded along the lines of an agreeing grunt. “Love you,” he murmured sweetly, his face still partly hidden by Kaz’s curls as he sighed softly.