Brendon was infamous for being both hard to please and impossible to predict even to his family members. Perhaps the only person who really understood what was going on in his head at this point was Ryan- his boyfriend, the person who now knew him the best alongside Gabe and who spent the most time with him. That could be attributed to the fact that, well, Ryan relied on him for a paycheck, just like how Brendon relied on Ryan to sort his entire life out, but a lot of it was- well, they enjoyed each other’s company. Even when Brendon didn’t particularly need to see Ryan anymore that day, or at all, he saw him because he wanted to, and if a day went by where he didn’t, the next time he saw Ryan he’d be possibility the clingiest person in the world, wrapping himself around Ryan and only speaking between kisses. Now, though, when he was sulking, something he was very good at, he could only allow himself to gently smile back at Ryan, then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed at him and straightened up, stiffened, forced the smile away from his face and looked on at him, sullen. He was stubborn, and even if any genuine anger was fading due to the fact he was both very sleepy and too drunk to keep the reason why he was angry clear in his head, he was going to at least try and be persistent.

[i]Hey, hey, whoa, I wasn’t sleeping with you for at[/i] least [i]a month in the beginning.[/i] Okay, Brendon couldn’t help but giggle at that, and he regarded Ryan from under his eyelashes, mostly low because his eyes were lidded and sleepy. [b]”Y’remember the first time?”[/b] He bit his lip and let his eyes drop down to Ryan’s mouth, forgetting again he was supposed to be angry and instead mourning what this night could have been if- well, if he’s decided to go on this date. Maybe they could have been [i]romantic,[/i] and maybe Ryan would be taking his clothes off for a different reason other than putting his drunk ass to bed. Shut up, Brendon. [i]...Which I guess would just make me a bad hooker. Alright, shut up.[/i] Brendon considered this for a second, lifting a hand up to trail from his shoulder to his collarbone and down to the neckline of his shirt, eyes fixed on the fastenings. [b]”Nah, I’d say you’re a good one. Brendon star of approval. I’ve slept with a lot of people, and not a lot of them get such an honour.”[/b] Nodding affirmatively, he then rose, determined to get away.

Something of a hot mess, shirtless with tousled hair and slacks he probably shouldn’t sleep in, half-staggering around his extravagant bedroom and picking up his discarded clothes in some kind of systematic way. Every time he leaned down to pick something up, he threading falling over, but he did it anyway because he hoped Ryan felt bad. Even after all his borderline flattery that probably betrayed the fact that his heart wasn’t in being mad at him anymore. It seemed that he succeeded- Ryan always was a bit of a pushover, sensitive to Brendon’s emotions- [i]good[/i]- and Brendon therefore didn’t protest when he turned to find Ryan had followed him, and didn’t pull away when his boyfriend fit his hands around his hips, trailing his fingers along the sensitive skin of just above his waistline. Even so, he tried to stop a smile surfacing, and didn't really manage as it slipped through the cracks on curved the side of his mouth as he looked down at the gesture, remembering suddenly how comfortable he was like this, how safe and and wanted that Ryan made him feel. He reflected distantly on how he was something of a playboy to the public and to any people who wanted his company, but that he never felt desired, not til Ryan. He didn’t know what was up with that.

[i]I feel like you don’t mean that.[/i] Well, he was right, and Brendon had more or less dropped his vendetta and was fully ready to stand here cuddling him until he fell asleep in his arms. [i]Well. Except for maybe the last part. I’ll have you know, I’m expensive as hell.[/i] Brendon nodded, apparently in full agreement. [b]”You break my bank. Worth it, though. You’re sexy.”[/b] Leaning into his shoulder and grinning against it, he pressed his body even more flush to Ryan’s and curled his arms around him, breathing in against his shirt. He closed his eyes just as Ryan kissed his hair and tried to snuggle even closer when his boyfriend rested his cheek on his head. It was actually still dark in the room, Ryan had been merciful and kept the lights off, and in this environment, darkness, comfortable against Ryan and resting his head on his shoulder, he felt moments away from just falling asleep there in his arms like he wanted to. Luckily, in case of such a situation, it seemed that Ryan was more than capable of all but carrying him to bed. He felt his heart flutter, enamoured, and he wasn’t even looking at him.

[i]I l-[/i] Brendon pulled back as Ryan did, waiting for the full response, and was a little confused by the surprise on his face. [i]What? What’d you...[/i] He blinked, wrapped his arms around his shoulders in preparation to pull himself closer again, annoyed by the brief distance. [b]”I love you,”[/b] He repeated, like it was obvious, his head tilted back earnestly. He waited as Ryan seemed to come to terms with it and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Brendon was content. [i]I love [/i]you, Bren. Well, he sure hoped it was [i]Brendon[/i] that he loved, not someone else. [i]And I [/i]really [i]hope you’re not too drunk to remember that in the morning.[/i] Brendon matched his grin finally with a famous one of his own, extending himself upwards and moving his hands fo cradle Ryan’s jaw so he could kiss him tenderly, eyes fluttering shut and landing a soft, gentle bite to his bottom lip before he trailed kisses off down to the side of his jaw. [b]”If I am, just tell me again.”[/b]