( if there is one thing he would never say about rex, it would be to call him timid by any stretch of the imagination; jumpy, spastic, hair-trigger temper … funny, cute, genuine — those are more the things he might think about him, but he's not about to let those last three come to light until he's on the other side of sober, and that isn't about to be for a good while yet.

he's russian, you know? they know how to drink, and if the only thing available is beer, it's going to take more than a couple to get him blabbing about his soft underlying feelsies.

but okay yeah, yeah it had to have happened because he admitted to the whole couch fiasco, but that doesn't mean he's been sleeping around. much. ) Oh fuck, that. It was one time! ( he sounds exasperated but it's mostly for show, because he'll own up to it every time. he doesn't regret it, not a single bit, but he is a little bit sorry that toji ended up tossing out yuri's lotion because of it. and that the stains couldn't be sufficiently cleaned.

he wonders if she ever managed to get another couch … he'll have to ask her sometime. maybe. ) Nothin' like that's happened since.

( he steps a little further into their shared space, giving a roll of his shoulders in a shrug the other may or may not see in the darkness. flippant as always. ) Sure, if you're offerin'. How many've you had yourself? ( cheeky bastard. )