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"We'll watch a movie then, if that's okay. I'm sure the cats will want to cuddle and we can take over the living room." Leslie hoped that'd be okay as he then excused himself to go talk to one of his coworkers real quick before making his way back to Alexander. "Alright, we can go. Think you can stand or do you need my help?"

"Yes. We've always got cookies or pastries or something and hot chocolate. I'll give you some cookies when we get home, and I'll make some hot chocolate. You can change into some of the clothes you bought for sleeping in." Leslie explained that all as he led Alexander out of the back door rather than through the front and took him around to his car. He immediately turned the heaters on once in the car, wanting to warm them both up immediately. "Just ask me if you need anything, okay?"

"Of course. We've definitely got a few. I'm someone who does indeed enjoy the most comfortable of things so fluffy blankets is a must have in my house." Leslie kept his tone a bit joking in hopes that it may help with the mood. "Adalwine seems to love them too. He'll always paw at them and out of any blankets those are the ones he chooses to cuddle with. Larkspur on the other hand likes my lap. Don't think you've really met him, have you? He tends to really only cling to me and Glenn, doesn't do to well with strangers. He'll warm up over time, but, it takes a while. Truthfully, only person I've seen him really ever bond with is Marie; she's a friend of mine from the bar." He continued to talk, not aiming to annoy but just to hopefully take Alexander's mind elsewhere. As he spoke he'd wave one of his hands a bit in small motions, kind of acting out what he was saying. Even in the darkness of the night the passing street lights clearly highlighted his caramel skin though it seemed to hide everything else. The very, very faint freckles that basically everyone missed were impossible to see but the small scars on his hands were not. Most of them were from glass from incidents at the bar, but that was all.

"Oh? These?" Leslie asked although he did know very clearly about which ones Alexander was talking about. "Just mostly from things at the bar. Glasses get dropped a lot, so, I've sliced my fingers pretty well on a few decent shards." He explained with a small shrug. "It happens. Plus you get a few angry customers often. It's a bar, after all." Looking over at Alexander he offered a small smile. "Also, I'm sure Larkspur will come out eventually. He'll most likely sit on my lap. It might take him a while to warm up but he will eventually." There was a pause before he recalled the rest of Alexander's question. "Oh, yeah, I knew I had them. I'm surprised you noticed, most people don't. I don't like them, really. Glenn has an obsession of making constellations out of them. It's kind of silly, really."

"I'm more clumsy than you expect." Leslie pointed out, noticing how Alexander had cut himself off and was acting quiet now. "Hey, I know what you were going to say. Or, at least, I think so. There's nothing wrong with complimenting me on something. Not that I'll believe them all the time, but, don't think anything you say will make me feel awkward. I know I've complimented you, and I still will. I could just be rambling about nothing if I got that all wrong, sorry about that." He said with a bit of soft smile. "So, cheer up, alright? We're almost home. You can have some Adalwine cuddles, a fluffy blanket, and hot chocolate. Make sure to change into something comfy first though."

Leslie was a bit confused at the sudden change in attitude but he wasn't just going to leave Alexander like this. Instead, he did go to the kitchen while Alexander sat on the couch and quickly made the other some hot chocolate. He grabbed some spare fluffy blankets from the closet and went back to the kitchen to grab the hot chocolate before heading to the living room to toss the blanket over Alexander. Even if Alexander had told him to just go to bed, he wasn't going to listen. "Here. If you want me to, I'll head to bed. But you deserve some comfort, alright? And, seriously, I know it's late and we're both tired. You've had an especially rough day, but, listen. You have the right to compliment me, as so does everyone to anyone as long as it's a comfortable compliment. Glenn doesn't own me, nor is he the only one allowed to say kind things to me. Friends compliment each other all the time, it isn't odd. So, don't worry about it." He held out the hot chocolate to Alexander as he spoke.

"I'll never get to know you well if I'm unable to spend a decent amount of time with you." Leslie pointed out, looking at Alexander with his head slightly tilted. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but, I'm worried." His voice softened a lot then. "I shouldn't have taken you to the bar tonight, I should have called off. That was a dumb idea of mine. I'll leave you alone, if that's what you really want, but please promise me you'll still be here. Adalwine's coming over, so, I hope he helps."

Leslie felt a little more than just a bit defeated. He knew that Alexander had been through a lot but compared to before it really did feel like he was being pushed away. Watching as Adalwine jumped up on the couch beside Alexander he began to make his way back to his bedroom and then closed the door behind him. He made his way over to the bed before collapsing into it, relieved when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Letting himself hide his face into Glenn's neck he let out a few shaky breaths and closed his eyes. He just wanted to help Alexander but he didn't know how, and he was struggling. Leslie relaxed a bit more at the feeling of Glenn's fingers in his hair and he drifted off soon after that.

Leslie hadn't mentioned anything to Glenn, yet. They'd both gotten up early and Leslie went to shower while Glenn went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. So when Alexander walked into the kitchen, only Glenn was there. Glenn turned his head to look at Alexander, his gaze not giving anything away. He was aware that Leslie had been upset last night, but he hadn't known why. He'd ask later, maybe once night came around once more. "Are you hungry?" Glenn asked Alexander, his voice calm.

Glenn watched him go before letting out a sigh. He was sure that his partner's upset mood had been due to this newcomer but he didn't comment. It wasn't right to blame Alexander, he knew that. Truthfully he understood that Leslie was the one to have pushed this situation and he'd have to deal with it. He just could only hope that Alexander was a good person and that he wouldn't hurt Leslie. His head turned as he noticed his boyfriend come into the kitchen, dark brown hair dripping water and wearing a large black t-shirt. "Good morning. Alexander went out for a walk. I'm sure he'll be back." He walked over to Leslie then, hoping he wouldn't freak out with Alexander being gone.