90s sadness and gay???

[dtective]

[By this point, Leon has lost track of how long he's been searching for Count D. It became an obsession that only grew with time, and now he couldn't keep to one spot anymore. Not while D was still out there. Across cities, across countries, he probably looked insane to everyone around him. But they didn't know the half of it! Sometimes even Leon wasn't sure he understood what he was doing.

Right now wasn't the time to doubt himself, though. He'd hoped that this lead would get him even an inch closer to his goal, but he hadn't counted on spotting him in the streets. It had to be him. He'd seen him turn and look at him, and those eyes—]

Wait! Stop right there!

[He doesn't hold back, shoving his way through the crowded streets and keeping his eyes locked on him. It doesn't work, because of course it doesn't, and his steps slow in his confusion. His heart is beating way too fast, his stomach sinks, and for a moment he's sure he's lost his one chance.

But something catches the corner of his eye, and his instinct tells him to turn. He reaches out, grabbing the first wrist he can and meeting D's eyes with his own.]

...Found you.

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[pruning]

[For about five seconds, Leon was almost smooth. D will have to remember those seconds, as they will never return. He gives the ceiling a weary look before turning onto his side to stare at Leon instead. Judging...]

You insisted on going to bed at this hour. I daresay it's up to you.

[dtective]

[Up to him... Hm. Well, yes, he wanted to lie around and smooch a little, and he definitely got that. Now, though, they were running out of things to say, and it was making him a little nervous! He doesn't know why he should be nervous when they've both said their feelings. Maybe it's just that this is all new to him.

It shouldn't be all that different...

He rolls on his side to wrap one of his arms around D, holding him close as he kisses idly at the top of his head. That's... more than what he can say, he thinks.]

[pruning]

[Well, it's not chatting. D blinks, somehow still surprised like all of this affection is novel. Which it kind of is, in his defense, but still - embarrassing. It only takes him a moment to settle in against Leon, content with this. Cuddling, but like, not humiliating the way he is genuinely humiliated by the word cuddling.

Work in progress.]

Hmm. Good night, then?

[dtective]

[He is honestly exhausted from... his life lately. Today made things a lot easier, but it was still an emotional rollercoaster, and now it's nice to just have his eyes get heavy and be able to hold onto D. Maybe that's lame... Heck, it's super lame. But...

It's nice. His fingers curl a bit into D's pajamas as he kisses once more, this time a lot softer since he's letting himself get tired. This time, he doesn't have to worry at all about him slipping away.]

Yeah. G'night, Count.