Fluf- er Happyness PLEASE (out of timeline)

[lexingtonslaw]

It has been a few hours sense Lex had witnessed B lead L away somewhere. He hadnt objected- because really, what right did he have? L loved B- loved him first, and hadnt seen him in ages. Sure, he really didnt like the fact that they(most likely) had been having séx or some other form of fornification behind his back- but they had a right to. They

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[justiceishot]

(He was coming back from the kitchen, and he was freaking out a little. He didn't know what he would say to Lex, what he was going to do about any of this, and talking to Watari only helped a little. He could feel himself breaking down bit by bit, and if he wasn't careful, he'd lose his mind again.

Pink opens the door to his room, concentrating on taking enough breaths to be alive. He pats at his pocket, reassured that his gift was there still, and looks up. He spots Lex, and he wraps his arms around himself, watching with a bit of a pained look.)

I'm sorry.

[lexingtonslaw]

Hearing the door open, Lex immediately snaps his head towards it. Several hours of stewing had only turned his depressing sour, and so when he saw L enter and spotted the hickey on his neck, he scowls and snaps out.

That mark on your neck says otherwise.

[justiceishot]

(Pink winces horribly, even backing up a step, raising a hand to the mark on his neck. If he'd been about to cry before, it was nothing like now. For a moment, he stares at the floor, shaking slightly, and then he moves forward, toward the loveseat.

He pulls the gift out of his pocket-- a box of cigarettes-- and offers it to Lex. His expression is full of guilt and sadness, and there's even a bit of franticness behind that. If Lex doesn't forgive him, Pink didn't know what he'd do.

... Well, that was a lie. He did know. And it wouldn't please Lex or B.)

I-I'm... s-sorry.

[lexingtonslaw]

The moment the words leave his lips, and the moment he sees L's reaction, Lex cant help but feel slightly pleased. But only for that moment. Because right afterwards, guilt hits him hard across the face and then a kick to the nuts. He knew he was upset- knew he was annoyed. But he neednt take it out on L for gods sake.

But he cant really take it back, nor can he apologize- not yet, anyway. So as L shakily holds out a pack of cigerattes- a peace offering- he feels a spark of relief. However, the bitterness makes him not take them; It was several long, tense moments before he slowly reached out to take the pack, fingers brushing against L's hand as he pulls it back and examines it.

Oh the sweet irony.

...Heh... Flamingo?