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They had been out for once. It was a strange step in their sort of relationship they were building. Sure, Derek basically kicked the door in to help Kor once he realized how bad off the recovering anorexic was doing, but Kor eventually gave in and let the younger man come and go as he pleased. There wasn't ever a key exchange, more like an agreement. Kor left his door unlocked most of the time, very frequently forgetting to lock it because he's often scatterbrained.

Now they were just outside of Kor's house, the older man looking a bit more relaxed now that they weren't in the public eye of the restaurant. It wasn't completely awful. Derek made him laugh and tried to make him as comfortable as possible, even picking a place that had a pretty decently sized vegan menu.

One of Kor's hands went to his own neck as he let out a sigh. He was dragging his feet on the shell walkway leading up to his door.

"Thanks for tonight." Kor was proud he didn't manage to screw that up. "I mean it... Uh. It was a lot of fun."

"Yeah..." Kor let out that airy chuckle he had when he was nervous.

Glancing up at the sky, Kor spotted something shooting across it. "Oh look!" He pointed past Derek's head. "See? Shooting star! There's another." He sounded rather excited about it, his face lighting up with unadulterated glee. He didn't often get to see shooting stars.

"Derek, look."

He hadn't forgotten Derek's comment that they should do this again. He agreed, but at the same time he wanted to stay holed up for a while after this. Being around people was as draining as it was energizing.

"Think we could see them better from my back yard. Wanna.... come hang out?"

Kor gave Derek a look at the reminder of the 'break ins'. It's really what they were, but Kor wasn't going to do any reporting. He didn't care and Derek never actually broke anything anyway. The skinnier of the two reached his hand out and laced his bony fingers with Derek's before tugging him along. The door to his place was pushed open, and a familiar orange cat greeted the pair with a loud and long 'meoooow'.

Flipping on the lights, Kor unpacked his jeans; wallet, keys, and a small pouch of stones and runes he carried on him at all times if he left and then wandered further into his place, expecting Derek to close the door behind him.

"I got non alcoholic beer in the fridge if you want, but grab me a ginger ale. Meet you out back." With that, Kor took a lighter from his table and pushed open his sliding glass door to go out to his back yard. There were no trees back here and it would be a great spot to watch these shooting stars, what with his hammock and what not. Thank whoever they had hammocks that had their own poles and stands. Kor loved his hammock. "Turn out the lights, too!" He hollered as he started lighting citronella candles. Mosquitoes were something he didn't want to really worryabout.

Honestly, Kor was feeling nervous about this. Proper dates and times like this wasn't something he thought he was ever going to really do again after Laine.

"Yeah that's fine," he said, watching as the old, orange cat went to his usual perch on the table next to the hammock. It's fine, Kor put his drinks in the grass, usually. "Also, why would I ever call you Jeeves? You're far to crass for that name." Green eyes rolled as he looked up at the sky again, more shooting stars painting the sky with pretty pale trails. Part of him wished he could be up there too.

Shaking his head, he looked back to Derek before flopping his long limbed self down first. "Gonna share or sit next to me?" Kor asked, adjusting his pillows. He was just real glad it hadn't rained before he brought them in, not that the dew in the morning helped. Oh well.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to answer this. It was true, Derek, much like his cat Mofo, did what he pleased. Sat on Kor if he wanted, or was just generally around.

"C'mere," he said before he lost his nerve. "Come lay with me. We're both so skinny we could fit." It wouldn't be comfortable for Derek to lay on him, back to chest when they were trying to watch the sky, so side by side would work. Perhaps just a tangle of knobby knees. "I want... I want to cuddle."

It was the first time he'd admitted it.

Kor situated the blanket around the two of them as Derek got comfortable, pulling the younger man so his head was resting on Kor's shoulder, Kor's arm around him comfortably.

His chest felt tight and his stomach was doing butterflies. He hadn't felt like this in a really long time. But he wanted to hold onto it.

In all honesty Kor was exhausted. Getting out of the house was very hard for him when he was still recovering, still far too skinny. They'd gotten stares, well, Kor had gotten stares. He didn't see them, but who wouldn't stare at the guy in a long sleeve shirt and beanie in the middle of summer?

"...Thanks again for today," he whispered. "Stay the night? It'll be late when the show stops." It was a guess. Kor had no idea about when this would stop.

It was moments like this Kor wished he was shorter, so he could actually just cuddle into the other.

The words pulled a smile to his lips and caused a snort before shaking his head. Swinging was fine. He was grounded. There was something very solid under him. So he just tried to do as ordered and relax.

"I mean, we hadn't agreed on anything. I just... wanted you to know that I actually want you here. Or... something." Kor felt bad at this. Relationships, romances, he didn't know what to do. With Laine it'd been so easy, natural. With Derek, well, it wasn't the immediate infatuation. Gradual, and slow. But intense when he realized it. He turned green eyes to look at the blonde man before looking back up at the sky, sighing as another star whizzed overhead.

"You have your moments," Kor muttered, sighing as he just breathed in the scent of the other. He let himself be comforted and calmed. He let Derek do what he needed to because it was helping the older man a lot. Even the way he was breathing had evened out.

"Can you just move in?"

That had slipped out without really thinking about it, but there it was. "I have the guest room... Or you...could sleep with me. In my bed." He looked up at Derek then, going ahead and just going with this. It was a gut instinct, apparently, and he'd stopped listening to those. When he did his life got a lot worse, too, so maybe this was a good reason to start listening.