“Yeah, well, I’m pretty damn sure I feel better than you do.” Heine shook his head and allowed himself a crooked smile. If only because his partner was starting to calm down again. That was always the hardest part. That was the reason he’d always come here first.
Though he made a point of not being in too bad a condition when he showed up. He’d long since learned that one of the biggest ticks for his partner’s neuroses was his well-being. As stupid as that was.
“I am gonna steal your shower though. Assuming you’ve got hot water.”
He looked at the other’s hand again, how the ginger was all but locked to him…It would always be like this, wouldn’t it? They were the only people they could tolerate. They were the only people they wanted to tolerate.
“Yeah…it oughtta be good.” Badou nodded, forcing himself to let go of Heine’s hand and curling it tightly against his own leg. Heine was just going to have a shower. He didn’t want to step in on that. Especially not when there was a chance that Heine would end up hacking up a lungful of lead like he’d done that one time in the past. He wasn’t sure he could handle that right now.
“You know where everything is…you want anything to eat when you get out?”
Heine frowned, watching his partner for a long moment before shaking his head. Badou was a mess. All the fucking time. A needy, broken, neurotic, panicked, mess. Lanky and jumpy and mouthy…
He grabbed the front of the ginger’s shirt, made sure the cigarette was out of the way, and kissed Badou roughly.
All of those flaws were precisely why he stayed. They were precisely why he came, why this moron was his only partner, and why they’d gotten this caught up with one another.
"I figure I know what I want to eat when I’m done showering."