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Otto settled comfortably, sprawled on his couch in a lazy and casual manner. It had been a fantastic day. From bouncing ideas off Chance, to a fun lunch, and a thrilling bit of competition. He was pleased with it all, but even more happy to be letting the energy of the day slow into something else.

Otto looked up, taking his glass and clinking it with Chance's. "To your loss." He had to add, despite any ideas he'd had to be the teensiest bit kind or flirty. Really, it was a wonder anyone loved him at all.

Taking Chance's hand with his own free one, he then took a long sip of his drink, letting it burn down his throat.

"I'ma be honest with you." Otto murmured back, "I thought pourin' me my drinks was the favour." He let that sink in a moment before adding, "If it wasn't, it is now."

With that, he wiggled his glass under Chance's nose. Big blue eyes held a glint of playful mischief.

"Nah. Anything else I want isn't that hard to get from you." Otto was also lazy in the deciding of favours department. He'd have to think on it properly be that the case, and for now, having his drinks passed to him was well enough.

For Chance's teasing jab, he gave the man a withering stare before downing his drink again.

"I mean I guess I coulda thought up somethin' really mean for you to do. Like do all my chores, or cook for me... naked."

He grinned.

"..and only allowed to cook bacon."

"It might be." He murmured back with a raised brow. Since Chance was so keen to have Otto's legs on his lap, he indulged the man, shimmying over until they more easily faced each other, his legs curled on the other side of him.

"I'm a cruel man." Truth be told he'd never make Chance do that. Not with bacon, anyway. And he was fairly certain he'd scolded lovers in the past for traipsing around naked in his home.

He wiggled his shot glass, already feeling the warmth of alcohol spread throughout his body and mind. "Pleease."

Otto drank the shot back with satisfaction. His drink of choice always tasted somewhat sweet, but still burned like booze ought to. "Only if I was mad at you." Less likely, considering he usually sulked off by himself if he was angry. That being said, he couldn't remember ever being upset with Chance. Upset for him, maybe. Like when the loser risked his life.

"Okay, okay. I'd at least give you an apron. See? No harm done to the goods."

Otto's eyes narrowed in thought. "No.. don't think so. You ain't exactly got a track record for rufflin' my feathers." And the man never seemed to push Otto's buttons either. Yet he'd never walked on eggshells with him either, as far as he could tell. He could be wrong. He wasn't coddled, wasn't given sugar coated comforts. The manacle really was the only time Otto got heated with him. Even then, it was only because he'd been worried.

"Yer right. The manacle thing don't count."

How was it possible Chance hadn't ever made him angry? At most he'd gotten irritated with him or just wanted to whip him upside the head for being a dweeb.

Otto gave Chance a self assured pat on the chest after his last statement. "A noble cause." With that he leaned his side against Chance's chest, his head resting on his shoulder. He let his eyes close, and enjoyed the firm feel of Chance's warm body beneath him, and the scent of his shampoo from his gorgeously curly hair.

"I like you."

"Good. 'Cause I love you too." Sometimes he didn't know why he loved him. It was all little reasons. Small things that amassed into a large pile of things Otto loved about Chance. There were things he didn't care for too, but they just didn't matter in the larger scope of things. How long had they known each other now.. Two years? It wasn't as if their relationship topped all others he'd had. It was different. They were all different. He'd loved others with all his heart before this man. Love wasn't new to him. Just that he'd stopped trusting his own heart for a long time.

After all, he'd misread desire as love too often in the past. Contentment for love. Or even infatuation for love. So what did that make this? Did this brand of love he had for Chance make the others false? Or was he tricking himself into believing he loved him just to keep the fear of being lonely away? After all, he loved to be desired, even if he blatantly denied it. What would stop him from jumping into some other relationship the minute someone Otto was attracted to wanted his attention?

What would stop him besides a disgust in himself for even thinking of skipping from one lover to the next? Breaking another heart? Or that he genuinely saw himself not wanting to leave what he already had? Did being attracted to someone else mean Otto wasn't fully committed in his heart to him? Or was that just human instinct?

He idly tugged on one of Chance's curls as all these thoughts stewed about inside his head. He'd had some shots to relax after a long day, yet he found himself lost in the what ifs that normally plagued him when he was alone.

Another thought occurred to him then; what made people stay together for the rest of their lives?

What was the breakthrough? The lightbulb? What was the grand sign that said they would commit to forever? Rep and Harrison did. Mimsy and Robert. And he was sure many others who did not wear rings thought the same.

Still.. at what point did you look at your significant other and decide this was it... He looked up at Chance, wanting to talk about what he was working through in his head. But this was Chance's first committed relationship. His home life had been horrid. He'd have nothing relatable to base it on, right?

"I'm not drunk enough." Otto said finally, resolution in his mind. It was time to wash these meddlesome thought trains from his head.