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Eye of the Beholder
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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South Park & Characters are property of Matt Stone & Trey Parker
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Chapter Eight

"Goddamn your showers, Butters," Kenny muttered, which immediately brought to mind Leo's adorably strange method of relieving himself.

He'd never taken so many showers in his life, even though Kenny didn't particularly enjoy being dirty. He'd worn the same parka every single day, sure, but he mended it himself and kept it in decent condition. At home he tried to keep the place relatively clean because, while his parents didn't need any excuse to beat him, some days a crusty dish in the sink or a wet towel sitting in the bottom of the rickety old washer was enough to set them off. He'd tried not to give them a reason if he could help it.

He kissed Leo's mouth, knowing the boy wouldn't mind a few dishes or wet, wrinkled laundry, but he'd try not to start discord with stupid little things when he could see a mountain of potential disaster looming with the decision to run off with Leo. But worse, the consequences if he stayed.

"Shower," Kenny agreed, groaning softly as he slipped out of Leo’s warmth and left behind a cooling trail of stickiness.

"I like not having blood drying on my body and spooge gooing up my ass, sooooorry," Leo said in mock sarcasm, snickering as he got up to his feet after Kenny pulled out. A slow, lazy stretch was given and he quickly clenched his ass so nothing dripped out or whatever. "After we clean up, I'm going to do laundry and make more hot cocoa. Maybe reheat some cookies I made the other day..." He talked mostly to himself, like a list spoken aloud to remind himself of all the things he needed to do. He gathered up new towels and headed into the bathroom, just to toss the towels atop the sink there, and then turn on the water.

Of course Leo had to pee, after sex it was almost instinctive. Idly he tried to hold himself as he peed. It was so weird-feeling, and he stared down at his hand while he did it. "Weird," he muttered and shook it off before he looked over to the doorway, grinning to Kenny if he was there yet, and then it was into the shower!

Kenny grimaced a bit; Leo had a point. "You're such a fucking girl," he bitched monotonously, anyway, and got up after Leo.

Jesus christ, did he never sleep? It sounded like Leo was already making plans for the day, and neither of them had gotten more than three hours of sleep, and hardly that considering the nightmares and bad feelings between the two of them at the time. Fuck that. Leo could do what he wanted but Kenny was getting his skinny ass back into bed after the shower.

He stifled a yawn and blearily trailed after Leo, both of them walking like arthritic old men, which just brought a smirk to Kenny's pale lips.

Although... he might have one cookie before sleeping, at least.

Yes, Leo ached, but he'd grab some painkillers to make the happily-earned hurts go away. He had some Xanax somewhere, and he knew he had some Valium from the last surgery on his eye a year back. He never took the Valium, but the Xanax... helped him sleep sometimes. It just made him happy.

"I think you like the fact that I'm such a girl," Leo muttered as he settled into the shower, just letting the water rinse him clean, using a bar of soap grasped to scrub himself. He even washed his hair. All this was done rather quickly since he wasn't planning on staying in the shower for much longer. He was tired, and he just wanted a snack before bed. Maybe that's how he stayed so healthy-looking, carrying just enough weight to look normal. He ate right before bed and usually worked it off during the following day in one way or another.

"Fuck yeah. Makes me less of a fag." Kenny yawned again before he slumped to the closed lid of the toilet, too fucking tired to shower with Leo and tempt himself with his... his boyfriend's wet, slippery body. God, he was a fag. Kenny just snorted softly to himself and pillowed his head on his arms on the counter, dozing a little while he listened to the sounds of Leo showering.

"Gahhhd... I'm sore. You too, I bet. I'll go downstairs and warm up a couple cookies and bring more cocoa up to the room, we can watch a movie and fall asleep? I'm going to grab my painkillers and pills, so if you want you can take a couple to help you sleep better. Xanax is a god of a pill. I get it prescribed, but who cares. It releases happy feelings into your brain, lets me stop worrying about shit." And sometimes it was the only way Leo kept from going insane.

Kenny was nearly asleep by the time Leo's voice woke him up, groggy and just a little cranky. "Fuck yeah, bring the bottle," he muttered before forcing himself to stand up and get into the shower at least to rinse off when Leo was finished, switching places with the other blonde. He wouldn't want to share a bed with him either after all the things they'd been rolling in.

The shower woke him up just a bit, and Kenny sleepily scrubbed at his cock and balls, wincing at the soreness of that area. He soaped up and rinsed off, not bothering with his hair, and stumbled out of the shower, nearly tearing the curtain down from the rod, but caught himself at the last second.

Leo was done toweling off and pulling on some pink pajama pants with Hello Kitty on them by
the time he heard Kenny stumbling and nearly falling.

"M'surprised I haven't killed myself yet..." Kenny mused, toweling himself down, and actually put on the purple and starry pants Leo had left him last time. Fucking all the time was well and good, but even an insatiable pervert like him needed a short break.

"I'm going to try and keep you from, you know, dying so often. It's not good for your health." Leo snickered and turned to kiss the other's chin lightly before he headed on downstairs. Ten or so minutes later he had some nice hot chocolate chip cookies, one bigger mug of cocoa, and a handful of painkillers and Xanax. He settled onto the bed where Kenny had relocated after his shower – thoughtfully finding and changing the bed sheets – and nudged him with his knee to make sure he was awake.

"Sit up and take these." Two Valiums and a high dosage Xanax. "You should sleep like an angel tonight, so just sleep in. I won't wake you." Even if Leo woke before Kenny, he'd silently lay in bed with him, of course. Or maybe he'd sneak out and cook breakfast. He wasn't sure yet. The cookies were on a paper towel and settled on the comforter between them.

"Mm... here, wash the pills down with this." The cocoa was handed over after he'd taken his own pills. He supposed they could have just smoked a joint and fallen asleep, but whatever.

"You're a fucking angel," Kenny said tiredly, downing all three pills dry at once, and taking a sip of cocoa after. He'd take prescription drugs as a prize for his hard work over a fucking statue any day. He leaned over and gave Leo a grateful kiss... or rather, he just kind of toppled over and fell on Leo's mouth, but same difference.

Kenny nibbled listlessly on a cookie after he righted himself and leaned sluggishly against Leo's side, not all that hungry (for once) but he'd eat the cookies because the blonde had gone through the trouble of warming and bringing them up.

"Hey," Kenny slurred, the mixture of many highly pleasant things in such a short amount of time making him even drowsier and utterly pliable. "What th' fuck are we, by the way? Like, officially or whatever." He yawned, almost too tired to hear the answer, but he kind of wanted to know so he'd be prepared for his own pair of Hello Kitty pants, or buying Leo flowers or whatever if their relationship was like that.

Fuuuuck. He was tired. It was making him delirious.

After downing the cocoa and his cookie and pills, Leo yawned a little, looking at Kenny after that clumsy kiss. The question made him blush, that single eye fluttering in his own certain tiredness.

"I'd like to think we're boyfriends? If that's good with you... " he murmured, moving the cup and paper towel to the side table. "Fuck... I'll clean that cocoa off the floor tomorrow morning." Since Kenny had broken the mug, he was glad neither of them had sliced their feet open getting into bed.

"M'kay," Kenny replied, simple as that.

It was a little bubble of warmth in his consistently cold chest, knowing that someone claimed him as their own. He'd had girlfriends before, sure, but Leo was different. It was easy to claim you'd die for someone, but living for them was on another level entirely. Kenny wanted on that level even more than he had wanted level sixty on his PSP.

With a pleasant high from the mixture of drugs, Leo pulled Kenny down onto the pillows, turned off the lights, and pulled the blankets up over them both, curling himself wonderfully close.

"We don't have to tell anyone what we are if you don't wanna. Cartman will shit a brick over it, and Stan and Kyle will probably go hide in a closet somewhere and masturbate on each other... I still swear they're fucking." They were such good friends, it seemed almost inevitable.

Kenny snuggled back, his cheek resting in the comfortable groove of Leo's shoulder, his mind in a pleasant daze as he felt his body's pains begin to melt away.

"Mmn. They c'n go fuck themselves, I dun' care," Kenny murmured dismissively, really not caring at the moment if they did decide to go fuck on Mr. Mackey's desk with the onion-headed bastard sitting right there.

Leo snickered. "Good... I don't wanna have another secret from everyone," he murmured against Kenny's neck, nipping at his skin lightly. "Night, babe." He tested the flirtation, just simply to see if he could get away with that little bit of faggotry, but his eye was sliding shut before he could really get any response out of Kenny over the little cooed name.

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Before Leo knew the night had even passed, it was already morning, or... mid-morning. Somewhere around ten a.m.

His eye cracked open to the faint sunlight pouring through the window blinds. It was a cloudy day and snowing quite alot. He was glad they didn't have school... for so many reasons. A little stretch was given, and a tiny, quiet grunt as Leo shifted and curled himself closer to Kenny's body, keeping him warm though the heater and blankets were doing a good job of that.

It was... so fucking weird to wake up next to someone. The last time that'd happened Leo was seven years old and had had a nightmare, and he'd crawled into bed with his parents. For once they didn't berate him or anything... his mother had been loving at one time or another. That simple memory that he'd suppressed for so long brought unexpected tears to his eye. They merely poured out, streaming along his cheek and then down along his nose. He tried not to move too much, just silently sobbing against Kenny's back with arms curled against his own chest, somewhat hugging himself.

Despite his parents deserving their deaths... Leo missed them from time to time.

Kenny couldn't remember falling asleep, but he could remember not having that fucking dream again about the eye incident. He still felt guilt over it to some degree, but Leo had obviously moved on and forgiven Kenny.

...Or fucking and feeding him was a strange form of revenge, indeed.

Movement and a slight wetness against Kenny’s back drew him slowly awake, and briefly he had a thought of Leo jerking off behind him, leaving his jizz all over Kenny's body while he slept. Kenny shuddered - half disgusted, half intrigued - and turned over in the bed to bitch at Leo for waking him up, but blinked at the sight of tears instead of the other bodily fluids he'd been expecting.

"...Hey," he said softly, tentatively, his voice a little hoarse and groggy. He reached a hand up and touched Leo's cheek, smearing the outpouring of tears from under that green eye, before he leaned in and licked the saltiness away. He didn't know what was upsetting Leo, but the thought that maybe the blonde was having second thoughts sat like a lead weight in Kenny's stomach.

But Leo wasn't having second thoughts. In fact he quickly curled himself close to Kenny's chest and clutched his arm, tugging himself away from the licking just to bury his face against the other male's neck, hiding there amongst the hickeys and bite marks he'd left. It took a few moments for him to get out anything other than gasps and whimpers. Leo sighed finally and let go of Kenny's arm, a new set of bruises quickly forming on that nearly-transparent skin. He'd been grasping a bit harder than he thought.

"S-S-Sorry..." he whispered, blushing stupidly as he closed his eye tightly. "Just... weird memories... Stuff I thought I'd forgotten..."

"Fuck that," Kenny said, but with no hint of sharpness in his voice. He caught Leo's chin before the other boy could pull away any further, and kissed him fully on the mouth, but without tongue. The gentle affection was just a quiet reassurance that Kenny wished many times that he'd gotten after the pain and disorientation of a particularly bad beating or one of his resurrections. Having his soul (or what was left of it) ejaculated into a body that had been mutilated in the worse ways, albeit revived, was never a pleasant experience.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, but leaned his forehead against Leo's incase the older teen needed further solace, and Kenny would be right there. "If you need to talk I'll listen," he said softly, rubbing the tip of his nose very lightly against Leo's and not caring how gay or girly the action was. "I'm a good listener."

Leo smiled crookedly as he tried to stifle his sobs. Kenny was sweet, really. The nose nuzzle, or whatever it was, was reciprocated lightly.

"L-Last time I woke up next to anyone it was my mom... I'd had a b-bad dream and they let me come lay in bed with them - a-and not at the foot of it like usual. I think... I was seven... or younger..." He shook his head lightly, pressing his sore lips to Kenny’s. "Th-That just occurred to me when I woke up next to you... You know? It's r-really nice having you next to me." He smiled and slowly shifted to sit up, looking down at Kenny.

Butters had been such a pitiable person, really. Kenny never felt much sympathy for anyone before because he just didn't have the capacity for many emotions, but he did feel enough of a camaraderie with Leo now that he understood. He couldn't ever remember wanting to run to his parents when he was hurt or scared, not even as a child. He thought it must have been worse for Leo having pleasant memories of his parents - however few - and always remembering what he couldn't have, even if he wanted to now.

Leo had nice scrapes along his body, almost pattern-like since Kenny seemed to use both hands at the same time to dig into him. He didn't care. The marks of possession were somewhat symbolic in their own way. "Mmm... And you're just sexy with your morning hair and hickey-covered neck." After a little smirk, feeling alot better after Kenny’s quiet reassurance, Leo stretched arms over his head and let out a light yawn.

Fuck, but Leo made him soft. Kenny could deal with dying all the time because he just didn't feel or care enough to fear the pain and loss of his own soul, but now that Leo had Kenny spliced open and was feeding him his own emotions and feelings, the constantly-dead boy was beginning to dread death for the first time. Who knew if the next time he came back, Heaven or Hell took these memories or newborn emotions as payment and sent Leo back a walking corpse?

The thought chilled Kenny to his marrow.

Perhaps it was the most random thought in the world, but Leo had to find out if Kenny was ticklish. The other blonde was looking too serious this morning, despite having dealt with Leo’s tears. Hands suddenly grasped the Kenny’s sides, drilling fingertips along his ribs, a particularly devilish grin on Leo’s face.

"Hey, can I ask you--FUCK!!!" Kenny shrieked - fucking shrieked and arched underneath Leo's fingers as if each fingertip were sending charged up bolts of lightening directly into his body. "Fucking--Bitch!" He writhed, pushing helplessly at Leo's shoulders as he struggled to get away from those tickling hands.
That maniacal grin stayed plastered on Leo’s face. He knew he wasn't hurting Kenny, the ‘attack’ was probably more of a surprise than anything. But, at the pushing, he finally gave in and just slumped half atop of him, elbows resting on the pillow at either side of the younger blonde's head.

"Mmm... So you are ticklish," Leo stated, chest to chest with Kenny, and his legs curled up against his side.

"...Asshole," Kenny gasped when he could catch his breath. That was NOT his preferred way of waking up, and he would have punched the fucker if he weren't so weak and still feeling the after-effects of all the drugs and sex last night. His arms slid around Leo's back and held the heavier blonde against him anyway.

"On a different note, what would you like for breakfast? I can make pancakes - I've got syrup and butter for them. Or maybe bacon and eggs... Ooh, I could make omelets with cheese and bacon and eggs... er... of course eggs." Leo snickered at his own just-woken-up-stupidity, a dumb grin on his face. He couldn't help that he was feeding emotions into Kenny, Leo hadn't had anyone so close to him in... er... ever!

"You're like a goddamn Martha Stuart clone," Kenny groaned, but his stomach growled loudly in connection with the delicious images his brain produced of the assortment of breakfast pickings. "Fuck. Anything. I don't even care if it's human sausage links," Kenny said, bracing his hands on either side of Leo's head and bringing him down for a swift, hard kiss.

"Make me breakfast, bitch," he murmured against Leo’s lips, licking the metallic taste from the healing wound on Leo's lip that had split open and was leaking blood a little from the rough kiss.

Leo shuddered into the kiss, though his grin merely grew and further broke apart the healing wounds, a bit of blood mingling in their affection. "Bitch, huh?" he smirked, "I think I remember shoving it in you last night too. So far we're even."

Leo sat up finally and dug around in the side table drawer, tugging out some medicated chapstick, which he put on his lips quickly, and then scampered on out of the room. He poked his head back in, "I'm going to do laundry now since I forgot to last night. So if you wanna, you can look through my dressing room... bed room... area, and find something to wear." Most of his jeans were skinny jeans that hugged his ass. No one ever really saw how ass-hugging they were since the hoodies he wore to keep warm covered his rear anyway.

Once downstairs, he started the laundry and then began to make those omelets. And pancakes. No... he decided not to do both since he damn well knew he'd be making some big, filled omelets. The bacon was fried first in a pan, and then sat aside on a separate plate. Then he took that same pan and cracked open six eggs in it, stirring them until they were mixed and a uniform yellow color. Cheese was piled into the middle and then the bacon was crumbled up and put in as well. A bit of salt and pepper, and he let it cook. The pan was large and the omelet would be just as large, so he knew it'd easily feed them both. While that cooked, he went ahead and poured two glasses of orange juice.

Leo felt amazing that morning with lots of interesting and new changes in his life. Plus, the whole urban myth about sexual activity boosting the immune system and helping get rid of a cold seemed to be true. He wasn't completely better, but he felt close to it.

Kenny swore Leo was on fucking speed, the way he'd be one place and then another in an instant. He could already smell delicious breakfast smells wafting up when he finally managed to drag himself out of bed. He nearly stepped on the shattered remains of ceramic on the floor, and just barely managed to hop to the side and avoid one of the larger pieces from entering his foot and severing some major artery or something. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, quickly cleaning up the mess so Leo wouldn't have to, and for both of their safety. He threw the cocoa-stained towel and the mug remains away, figuring Leo could afford to buy another towel if he really wanted to later.

He went into the second bedroom, which in reality was just a giant fucking closet that would have made R. Kelly weep in envy. Kenny found a tight pair of jeans that were still a bit loose on him, hanging just short of obscene on his angular hips, and threw a plain black t-shirt over it all. He didn’t even bother with underwear because he had a feeling he'd end up with something even worse than a see-through thong or Hello Kitty shorts.

When he finally got downstairs (no incidents along the way), breakfast was almost done and smelling fucking heavenly.

"Hungry?" Leo grinned over his shoulder from the kitchen table where two plates were just set down. He went and got the pan, using the spatula to cut the omelet in half, and then carried it over to the table and scooped one half onto one plate and the other onto the other plate. He brought a pair of forks over and then sat down, grinning. In lieu of actually getting dressed at all, he had his pajama pants and a grey hoodie on to keep him warm.

"Dig in." Leo didn't even wait until Kenny sat to start eating, munching happily on his delicious breakfast. Usually he cooked because he liked good food, but for now he cooked because he wanted to both impress Kenny, and shower him in attention and affection. No, it wasn't pity, it was adoration, perhaps something on its way to being flat out love... but Leo wasn't one to fall that quick into love. It would probably be months before he'd say those words. Just how he was.

Kenny could have bent Leo over the table and fucked him right there, but his stomach demanded sustenance first before he did any such thing. He flopped into the chair next to Leo's and after just breathing in the warm, fragrant steam wafting from his full plate Kenny tore into his food without his usual tentative bites, although he savored every bit of his omelet.

"God, I'd fucking marry you just for your cooking," Kenny moaned around a mouthful, and then amended, "...And your ass. Although I don't know which I'd give priority to right now."

Kenny shut himself up with a swig of orange juice - the real shit with sharp, sweet tang and just a bit of pulp instead of the powdery orange shit mix Kenny was used to. Right now he was thinking he was very much in love, so much that he'd even let Leo top him next time too, if he wanted.

...Maybe.

Kenny amused Leo. He just grinned at those words, that thoughtful green eye flickering over to the blue-eyed blonde near him.

"You don't have to marry me for my food and ass, you got it." Shoulders lifted in a shrug as Leo ate, contented. He let his mind wander over all the past times he could recall, different things happening in school...

"Well, maybe I will anyway," Kenny shot back idly with a mouthful of Leo's delicious cooking. "If you keep me drugged up I'll even wear the dress." He was just talking shit, but he felt good this morning, rested and achy in pleasant areas. Seriously, his friends didn't know what they were missing, but all the more for him.

Leo laughed. "I'd rather wear the dress if that situation ever came up," he teased before he continued eating his food, though the idle thought made him grin.

Suddenly Leo smirked. "Remember that faggy metrosexual phase everyone went through for, like, a week in fourth grade? What ever happened to that fluffy pink hoodie of yours?" That smirk grew to a wicked grin, a sparkle in his green eye. He'd give anything to see Kenny in that parka now, and some fucking ass-tight jeans, as soon as he got some shape on the younger male's ass. All his good cooking would accomplish that soon enough, though.

"...Don't you ever bring that shit up again. I'll fucking take out your other eye, I swear to god." Kenny scowled and pointed his fork in Leo's direction, unable to even back up his threat for long because a highly tempting cheesy bit of egg on his plate was needing to be speared and eaten now.

"Heh. But you were cute in that coat! Even back then..." Leo smirked as he finished up his food. "Mnhh... So whatcha wanna do today? Maybe for lunch we can go to Shitty Wok." Yeah yeah, City Wok, but the owner couldn't even pronounce it right, so everyone mockingly said it that way too.

Fuck it. He wanted to go out with Kenny, somewhere where they might even be seen. That'd be interesting. "Maybe go to a movie? We can see whatever you want, and sit in the back..."

"Yeah. Sure," Kenny shrugged. He was so used to tagging along he really didn't have an opinion about what his friends wanted to do.

Kenny swallowed another mouthful of his food. The omelet was fucking huge and he could already feel his stomach ache as it stretched to accommodate more in one sitting then he'd usually eat over several days. If his stomach exploded Kenny wouldn’t even mind. This was the way to go, for sure. Or after a really intense orgasm. Leo had the potential to make death very enjoyable for Kenny.

"Well, which one do you wanna do? Or both?" Leo smirked crookedly, wanting Kenny to make a decision. He knew the other just followed along without comment when he was with his friends. "If we go to the movie, you can wear your hoodie and I'll wear one of mine, and we can make out and no one will know who the fuck you're kissing. Ahah, we'll make it amusing. I'll dress like a girl, fix my hair to cover my scarred eye, and no one will know anything." He laughed as he sipped at his orange juice.

"It's cold out so I'll wear some thick stockings, and no underwear... A short skirt... my white fur-lined hoodie... Heh..." Leo got up with his emptied plate, and emptied cup, carrying the dishes over to the sink to rinse off before planning to toss them into the dish washer.

Kenny's blue eyes flickered over to Leo, actually taking a pause from inhaling his food as he lightly prodded his bottom lip with the prongs of his fork. "I don't give a fuck about being seen with you, Leo," he said, and then shrugged as he looked back at his plate and poked at his remaining food, but didn't eat anymore.

Leo blushed lightly. "Then I'll not bother dressing up..."

"I'm full," Kenny mumbled, pushing out of his seat and taking his nearly-empty plate and glass over to the sink, pausing a moment to lean over and give Leo a kiss on the lips. "Thanks."

He scraped his plate and started filling the sink with hot water and dumped some dish soap - some citrus stuff - under the running faucet, gathering last night’s chili bowls and hot chocolate mugs and this morning's dishes to wash them.

Leo’s smile grew a bit wider – he couldn’t seem to stop smiling this morning - then he leaned in quickly to return the kiss, enjoying the sweet affection. "Don't wash them. Just stick them in the dish washer, babe. Unless you want to wash them. You don't have to." He scooted over to slip his arms around the other's waist from behind, nuzzling his face against Kenny's back lazily. "So. Movie? Food? Or both?"

He was determined, dammit.

Kenny leaned back into the soft warmth of Leo's body. God, he just felt so good. The sink was already filled with soapy water, and there really weren't that many dishes so Kenny did them.

"Whichever. It doesn't matter to me," Kenny shrugged, bumping Leo's chin a little with the motion.

In all honesty he'd rather not go any place where his friends would be, or at least Cartman. Kyle and Stan would probably just choke on their own nuts in shock, but Cartman would be the one to incite more violent reactions against them. He wasn't afraid of the fat bastard by any means, but Leo had already had enough trouble because of Cartman - he didn't want to be one more reason why Leo would be rejected even more than he already was.

"We can order-in later, if you want. And just watch tv or fuck or whatever," Kenny muttered without any real motivation, since Leo seemed determined to drag some sort of answer out of him.

"Mmm... If we do move to California, it'd be nice to not have to worry, and just go out. You know..." Leo had a feeling that Kenny didn't want to be seen by his friends, so he didn't want to force him to. "I'll go out and get some Chinese, since they don't deliver. While I'm out, you can find a dvd to watch or something. I've got alot of board games we could play... And game systems."

Kenny frowned. Fucking Cartman ruining this one good thing in Kenny's life already, and they hadn't even stepped out the door together yet. Kenny wasn't weak by any means - he might be small and frail-looking, but enduring regular beatings and coming back from the dead again and again built some resilience into his thin frame. But Cartman had also gotten bigger and stronger and meaner over the years, and Kenny was no match for him. He hated not being able to protect his own, even though Leo could take care of himself.

Leo smiled crookedly, unaware of the other’s internal conflict, although quite able to embrace Kenny's need to stay home. He didn't care, he wanted to spend time with him regardless.

"Later, of course, I'm fucking stuffed now. Maybe we can just go flop on the couch and watch tv? I'll get a couple glasses of sweet tea to take with us." Leo detached himself from Kenny and got two clean glasses to take to the fridge. He was quick to fill them with sweet tea, and then head into the living room.

Kenny finished up the dishes, clinking them around with a little more force than absolutely necessary, then drained the dirty water and dried his hands before joining Leo in the living room.

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