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[brokenparadox]

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[brokenparadox]

[And that's close enough to lean up and kiss him. The remnants of tequila might be lingering on his lips which is why it's close mouthed.]

[innermonologues]

[ Squall completely froze up when he felt Noel's lips on his own. It was certainly something he wasn't expecting. He wasn't used to physical contact and certainly not any contact like this.]

[brokenparadox]

[A drunk Noel doesn't notice these things. He realizes he's a little too smashed for tongue kissing but Squall's understandable intimacy barriers float out of his mind.

He flops back onto the bed and closes his eyes.]

That's why. The girl. Needed to find someone else to kiss.

[He sighs.]

I'm sorry.

[innermonologues]

Noel...

[ He really didn't know what to say. It's not every day someone just kisses him out of the blue like that. Honestly what could he say?]

[brokenparadox]

Sorry.

[Sorrysorrysorrysorry]

Just don't - don't ...

[Leave. He doesn't have to say much else other than that.]

I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened and then I didn't say anything for weeks.

[Apparently he'll just ramble if Squall doesn't interrupt.]

[innermonologues]

[ he frowned and stared off to the side. He wasn't upset with Noel. He just hated how he was bad with words and he knew he was bad with words. ]

I'm not mad at you... just... we can talk about this when you're more sober.

[brokenparadox]

[Not mad. Squall wasn't mad. Okay. Noel could live with that. He could handle it.]

Thank you.

['Not mad' didn't meant 'we can still be friends without immense levels of awkward', but it was something.]

[innermonologues]

[ Squall shrugs as if saying it's fine and gently tries pushing Noel down to the bed so he can try to sleep. ]

[brokenparadox]

[He goes down easily, his body relaxes into the mattress and he stares up at the ceiling.]

... Are the chicks okay?

[innermonologues]

[ Squall pulls the blankets over him, but continues sitting on the bed awkwardly. ]

They're fine. Fell asleep a little while ago.

[brokenparadox]

Okay. You're a good dad. And I pick good blankets.

[His voice is already thick with sleep, Noel's exhausted and turned around, being in bed is a good decision even to his addled subconscious.

[innermonologues]

Just keep thinking of the warm blankets and nothing else.

[ He knows noel likes to carry guilt around, and if he focuses on something else he might be able to fall asleep properly. He shifts onto the bed a little more and toes off his boots. ]

[brokenparadox]

[Noel makes space for Squall on the bed but mostly does as he's told. The blankets feel nice and warm, they're very pleasant. He can focus on the blankets.

There's a lot he wants to say to his friend but now that the world isn't spinning and the absolute worst of it is off of his mind he feels so much better. Falling asleep is pretty easy, all things considered.]

[innermonologues]

[ When he feels Noel is finally asleep he quietly reaches over to push his hair out of his face. ]

Wonder if you'll feel the same in the morning...

[brokenparadox]

[He sleeps through the hair touching just fine, nothing short of a natural disaster would get him up right now.

Or the sudden and unbelievable need to vomit. That's what wakes him up around seven in the morning which, considering how late it was when he texted Squall, isn't even late in the morning. Noel practically dives over Squall - later he'll wonder why his friend was in bed with him at all, but anyway. - and sort of throws himself to the bathroom.

He makes it to the toilet in time but his damn hair is in the way.

Excuse him while he's gross, hopefully it'll be over soon.]

[innermonologues]

[ Luckily for Noel, Squall was only half asleep. His mind was on overdrive so it was hard for him to fall asleep at all. So when Noel scrambled out of the bed, Squall moved off the bed to follow behind. ]

The price you pay for being stupid.

[brokenparadox]

[Noel's answer was some more retching. Eventually the entirety of his stomach contents existed in the toilet, and Noel sort of lurched forward to flush the toilet.]

You're really supportive over there. [But he deserved it so Noel wasn't really giving him any real attitude. He hovered for another second or two, only pulling away when the world felt sort of put together.]

My head's killing me.

[innermonologues]

I wonder why.

[ His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he held out a waterbottle to Noel. ]

[brokenparadox]

[Alright, you know what? He deserves that sarcasm, so he's just going to take the water with an especially thankful nod and drag himself up to the sink to clean his mouth.]

Sorry I made you put up with all this.

[innermonologues]

You have nothing to apologize for.

[brokenparadox]

Didn't you drag me home after I sent drunk texts?

[His memory is spotty but the more he wakes up the more everything begins to fit together.]

I'd say that's at least worth an apology if not free breakfast.

[innermonologues]

It's not like I was doing anything important before your texts.

[brokenparadox]

So you would have left me behind if you were doing something else? Good to know.

[Squall wasn't always the best when it came to words and Noel knew that but he couldn't help teasing sometimes.]

Did I do backflips or anything insane like that?

[innermonologues]

[ He rolled his eyes to Noel's first comment and shifted against the wall. There was a faint blush rising on his face.]

Not quite.

[brokenparadox]

[Oh, Squall. He knows this might not be a good idea but Noel hates letting things linger, so:]

I'm guessing that suddenly trying to make out with you is why it's 'not quite'.