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“If you wanted to get laid, Redfield, you didn’t have to get me drunk for it.”
The eyeroll Chris gives him is worth every bit of ribbing Leon dishes out. His amused smirk quickly drops as Chris slides a nonalcoholic drink in front of him.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Leon mutters, accepting the drink anyway and taking a sip.
“I’m not letting you fall off the wagon,” Chris says, voice gentle as he wraps an arm around Leon’s waist. “Not if I can help it, anyway.”
Leon huffs, unsure of how to respond as he leans into his boyfriend’s embrace. “Sap,” he mutters around the lip of his glass, taking another sip to try and squash down the butterflies that are threatening to take flight at Chris’s sweet ministrations. He’s too old to feel like this.
Chris, however, has no such qualms and presses a kiss to Leon’s temple, face devolving into something much more fond as he gazes down at Leon. Leon kind of wants to smush a pillow into his face so his own doesn’t burst into flames from the sight. It’s too bad Chris has always seemed to enjoy making Leon blush.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Chris murmurs, just loud enough for Leon to hear over the chatter in the bar. Leon’s sorely tempted to look for that pillow now.
“Shut up,” he says, trying to hide his face in his drink. Chris isn’t drinking either, nursing a nonalcoholic drink of his own, and that makes that fluttering feeling in his chest even worse. Asshole.
Chris simply chuckles, pressing another kiss to Leon’s temple. They’re being overly affectionate, but Leon finds he doesn’t particularly care. A good chunk of the patrons are drunk and the ones who aren’t aren’t even paying attention to them. It makes Leon glad for the bit of normalcy he craves.
“I wish we could do this more often,” Leon says, trying not to pout. “I miss going on dates with you.”
“I know,” Chris says with a sigh. “I get a vacation in a couple months. Want to go somewhere?”
“I can’t. I’m being shipped to Europe again next month,” Leon says, frowning. “I don’t know how long it’ll take. Hunnigan mentioned it being a longer one, but hasn’t specified how long.” He lays his forehead on Chris’s shoulder. “I’d much rather go with you.”
Chris presses a kiss to the top of Leon’s head. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Letting out a sigh, Leon presses himself closer to Chris. Going to a bar wasn’t the most ideal of date nights for the pair, but he’ll take whatever he can get. As long as he’s with Chris, he’s content.