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Mier woke with a start, sat up too fast and immediately regretted it - because <********> his head, his a**."Hhhst-o-ow!?" it was enough to make him groan and clutch at his mess of hair, rub the palms of his hands into his eyes, and rub his slender fingers into brief little circles along his temples.

A rough attempt at abating the throbbing his his skull as he flopped back into the cushions and comforter he'd found himself enveloped in. Waited for the spots to subside, and realized he was several things at once.

Thirsty, hungry, tired...and still dressed? Gross..

He knew he definitely needed a shower, hot water and hot coffee. Something with a protein maybe....

Was sure he was hungover, knew that'd been a possibility, had planned for it poorly. It was one thing to read about how to manage such things before hand, and another entirely to put it into practice. To drink enough water, to do all the little things after that made being drunk afterwards bearable.

Beyond the haze of oww and eww there was a smile on his face though, because he remembered going out. Took stock, mentally for a moment, played everything back, all good memories if a bit fuzzy around the edges. If he was hungover then he'd at least managed to get drunk, was still dressed, surely had enough fun that he'd come home and gone straight to sleep.

Maybe even had friends over, remembered it vaguely, a car ride with a very nice someone..warm...wondered if that was why his sheets smelled differently. The wonder slowly becoming worry as he noticed the sheets weren't his, that as he stood and padded off the bed, gingerly on bare feet, that his bathroom wasn't there. No attached door, none of his things..

Not his room - not his house - not his - Where the <********> was he?!

Swallowed down the brief spill and flicker of panic as he made suddenly for the door, bolted out - and froze. Eeek of sound as he went still like a deer in the headlights. Became a statue, because ******** that was a very big man in a very big chair standing guard - sitting guard!?

"H-hello..uhm..." flinched at the sound of himself as he realized how raspy his voice was.

Abducted, Mier had a momentary spike of something other. Imagined he'd been kidnapped - no - s**t - adult-napped? Wait, ********, he wasn't quite...well...

Except he doubted most captors were so sweet about such things. Offered breakfast to those they'd snatched into their homes, stood lumbering, and looking all the while like they were trying to be anything other than that. That such a man could at all consider an attempt at taking up less space - at being bright and welcoming and easy when he was easily the size of three men.

Something in Miers wide startled gaze slipped, turned appreciative. Let his eyes go from bore and panic, lidded into something a little softer as they roved. Head to toe, toe to head - the entirety of the person who stood before him. Who beckoned him to take small careful steps into his 'dining area', attaché to a kitchenette and living space all in one.

Soft voice for such a large man, or maybe it was a ploy? Maybe it was a trap and the bagel was poisoned and he'd meant to kill him!

All fanciful fruitless things which seemed very unlikely. All thoughts which crumbled when he tested them against the logic in his mind, the hiss for that, because ow!? How did people deal with headaches, with hangovers, with - any of it at all and still find joy enough to do it again.

The man was speaking though, asking..and...how did he feel?

"Groggy, in desperate need of a shower, proteins, and as though I've woken in someone else's home...." pointed, but not mean, simply pointed observations. Mier swallowed around his own nerves and went to take a seat at the mans table. A little wobbly for the sitting. "I will settle for the bagel to start though, yes...and..ah, your name, also, maybe?" he knew him, he must have, what other reason would he have had to come home with him?

Eyed the aspirin and food like it would save his soul, like it carried all the answers to the questions he hadn't yet asked. The fact that pain killers sounded just as delicious and life sustaining as actual food was a marvel to him.

As much a marvel as the slow fuzzy thoughts of a stranger in a car and dancing and nice warm hands...Mier decided he would collect context clues, piece the fuzzy bits together until it was less a picture made in melting wax and water colors, and something a little more firm.

Took the words in as he swallowed the bits that were offered to him down. Pleased beyond reason to have abatement to the sting of the morning. To listen to soft even words that didn't boom like the pulse behind his eyelids.

"Why? Mnn, did we not do anything - ah - aside from the obvious reasons, yes?" Words spoken behind mouthfuls, small bites, behind sips of precious hot liquid. "It's just, was there a reason we shouldn't have done things? Am I not your type?" flippant even around a sigh for the relief of having the little comforts of morning.

Had he brought him home only as a good Samaritan, shame, very much a shame, because Mier could've looked. Oh, for weeks, and months and years. Etched that into his mind, all sorts of yes, and he could see why he would've been agreeable to dancing with him, to spending time.

Contemplated the visage of him past a soft sound of pleasure for food and hot coffee, and how considerate the man was to offer those things in tandem with the blessed bottle of pain releive beside it, like mints on a pillow - good service.

Mier wasn't quite sure how it'd been while he was drunk - drunker? More wasted than he'd ever been in his life because it was only the second time he'd gone to a bar, ever...and the first time hardly counted because it was a shed with alcohol and not a bar at all.

More a rave really.

Was sure that it must've been - something - "It's a shame that there weren't things. I should want my a** to hurt from more than simply falling on it - oh..hah, maybe that is how I can thank you then, yes? That's how these thing's work, you've done a good thing, are doing good things, so there must be a reward in it." bright little smile, and the gloss was gone, but his lips were naturally pink, soft veneer of peach and he propped his chin up on one delicate palm as he asked the questions like they were easy, like he was oh so clever to be thinking of them.

Chemistry sounded good, and Gil looked good. "Not in this moment, not today, but maybe a week from now, then? Maybe somewhere a little less...ah...that. I'm amenable to such things you know, dates, that's something people who portend to having chemistry do with each other. A sign of things." hummed around another mouthful, the bagel slowly disappeared, the coffee steadily followed. Perfect with the offer of cream and milk aside it.

"Oh, I'm absolutely miserable, you may trust this, but I also couldn't be happier. Everything aches, and my head feels like it's been split with an axe - just - if not for this chair I might be on the floor again. Walking was a very ginger thing to do, many careful little steps." grinned wide for it, slice of a smile, because it was the honest truth. The mans room had been blessedly dark and cool and soft.

Absolutely wonderful...The man himself was, surprisingly sweet? Sugar and dark chocolate. A confection in broad strokes. Mier licked the crumbs from his fingertips, liked the flavoring of it all, heedless of manners this early in the morning.

Oh, and the way he said that. Mier beamed for it, absolutely glowed, mussed and bedraggled like a rat from a bar fight, but still he glowed with how pleased he was for Gils words. Thought he was a man who would get him, very well indeed.

"You see this? This is why I couldn't have done such a thing? Run out and miss on interacting with such a smart, handsome, person? I'd be the fool~" soft snicker for that, wince that followed as he just 'oof his poor head' - easier to massage his own temples, peek out his thick lashes at Gil as he breathed through it.

He'd been nervous initially, but honestly, Gilmore had been so still and welcoming, maybe if he'd been anything else? He would've made for the door, but as it all stood - no one looking to chop him into little pieces and store him in a fridge would've also made him breakfast and spoke softly - behaved as a skittish gentle giant.

Given him their bed and slept in a chair..too sweet.

"Hmm? Ahh...next week works for a number of reasons. Many-many numbers of reasons." soft breath and, the slow blush of realization that chased over his features. Slash of color as he realized what next week held, belatedly, abruptly. Swallowed around wondering whether or not it mattered really. "I have an..event coming up, it'd slot in better if we gave it a week. Oh, you may have my information until then - to text - or call?"

"Oh, you needn't worry about me forgetting you - this would be an impossible thing. What with you having saved both myself and - ah, my dignity?" many things apparently, drunken assailants and handsy people he'd maybe teased far to much. An absolute gentleman.

"Here, let me..." took Gil's phone, so large in his own hands, with how small they seemed around it. Carefully put his information in - wondered as he sent the text to himself if he should've added a nickname, if Gil would add one himself. If he would thrill to see what sort of name he could earn if any from the man, and oh it was indeed a thrill. To have gone out and caused mischief, for however little he remembered personally, he had met a goal, felt it in bone and body and soul for how he'd met it.

"There, it's Mier...ah..." thought for a second to search his personage for his phone, patted himself, before reaching into his shirt entirely, secret little pocket and the sigh that followed for finding all of his information there, device and id, and small bit of cashed tucked away against his breast. Hidden little sewn in place, but he hadn't wanted anything in his hands other than drinks. Hadn't wanted to keep track of things if it'd all gone awry..

Had been that smart at least. "It should, its...well...it's really just more of a passing date than an event. It's not a party per-say. Mm...I will..I think, be reaching out before then. To text at least, make sure you're the one who remembers - to work out details and all the other little nuances." was tempted to ask him to bring a gift - thought of the audacity as he didn't know him nearly that well to be soo demanding. Thought instead to find a place with shopping venues, coo brightly at something that caught his eye. Traipse into stores that would've made him blush before, if he'd gone alone, except now he'd have someone to do it with. Could be exacting and playful and enjoy in the fullest all the little trivial pleasures that adulthood promised.

“I’m very pleased I was worth punching a person for then~” wondered which qualities had made him fun enough to do so, if he’d been companionable, what kind of drunk he was. Excitement that buzzed just beneath the surface for the chance to test that again sometime, to be careful with his intake - or more importantly who he took drinks from, for the sake of remembering.

“Mm, oh, the gym, and a job as well - that is - I’m surprised you find the time for other things!! I’m freed up, very much so, for now.” Soft little sigh and smirk for that, wasn’t sure how long that freedom would last before he was saddled with new responsibilities “Mm I promise not to psycho dial you - maybe I can text you silly things then, motivational pictures? Memes.” Clicked his tongue softly against the roof of his mouth, ran it gently over dried lips.

He would’ve very much liked to see Gil again - liked to plan - liked to chat and find out more of him from a safe distance. If only because up close the man was so much - so very much a temptation, that he knew he’d cause trouble for them both if he didn’t.

“You should take me sometime! I’ve never done ‘gyms’ before, this too could be a thing, maybe I’d like it?” More likely he’d have enjoyed watching Gil work out, but that was something too.