[in the back of his mind, he knows this is a bad idea. knows that he's making a big mistake here. but it's a part of him that's long since been numbed, both by alcohol and loss. it'd been the idea of spending another night in a mostly empty apartment that had ultimately led to him sending the message. and ransom had ended up the target of it because somehow he was the least complicated option for him.
so when the knock comes, ransom isn't left waiting too long. the dogs are already tucked away in the master bedroom. his bedding folded up and left on the end of the sofa in an attempt at showing he's a lot more put together than he feels.
but all of that is pushed to the wayside when the door's opened up and he finally lays eyes on, well, himself. sort of. there's no response. nothing verbal, at least. instead, steve just twists a hand into the front of ransom's top and pulls him inside. just long enough to shut the door and push him back up against it.]
You know what to do.
[or at least he'll be able to work it out, given that steve's own sweats are promptly pushed down to his knees in an obvious request (order)]
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so when the knock comes, ransom isn't left waiting too long. the dogs are already tucked away in the master bedroom. his bedding folded up and left on the end of the sofa in an attempt at showing he's a lot more put together than he feels.
but all of that is pushed to the wayside when the door's opened up and he finally lays eyes on, well, himself. sort of. there's no response. nothing verbal, at least. instead, steve just twists a hand into the front of ransom's top and pulls him inside. just long enough to shut the door and push him back up against it.]
You know what to do.
[or at least he'll be able to work it out, given that steve's own sweats are promptly pushed down to his knees in an obvious request (order)]