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[tooruler]

Sorry, sorry. [He isn't, and doesn't sound it, but he'll say it anyway.] Really, you'd think he'd have accepted his place above us by now.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi closes his eyes tiredly and presses his face into his knees. He thinks he should feel mollified that Oikawa apologized, but it somehow seems worse than when Tsukishima says something awful and then refuses to take it back. Tsukishima rarely says anything he doesn't mean, Yamaguchi thinks to himself through a haze of vodka.]

Mm-hmm... [Now more than ever, Yamaguchi wishes he hadn't brought up the topic of Kageyama to begin with. That's got to be the fastest way to get Oikawa on his bad side...]

[tooruler]

[Not necessarily his bad side, but the side that makes him either stop pretending that he's happy or put on his falsest smiles that not even the most socially inept could mistake for sincere. The side that he hates but can't stop.

It doesn't sit well that Yamaguchi didn't agree with any enthusiasm. But he is his friend and Oikawa can't expect him to enjoy insulting him. Except where he almost wants to. He takes a deep breath. Changes the subject.]

Are you tired, Yama-chan?

[tsukkinice]

[It's a few seconds for Yamaguchi to process the words; a few more for the gears in his head to turn enough so that he can work out there's a change in subject. It's welcome when it does get through, though, Yamaguchi doesn't want to make his guest uncomfortable anymore with questions about Kageyama.]

Tired? ...No, not more than usual. [He's kind of a sleepy person by nature, and the biggest difference the alcohol makes in that equation is how much he wants to find somebody else to curl up beside instead of passing out in the futon.] How come?

[tooruler]

Just wondering whether it's time to send you to bed. [He's feeling awfully tired all of a sudden and Yamaguchi's spirits don't seem overly high. If he's not ready to though then it's probably better to let him stay up until he's more sober.] But that sounds like you can hold out a bit longer.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi hums, thoughtfully.]

...Whatd'you wanna do, Oikawa-san? [He feels warm and happy from the alcohol, so he's open to suggestions. Anything will probably sound nice so long as they don't go back to talking about awkward, depressing things.]

[tooruler]

I want to spend more time with Yama-chan! But, [he reaches forward to push Yamaguchi's hair back from his face again because he's a terrible person and he definitely needs to see more of Yamaguchi's face to make an assessment] I think I should get you a glass of water and tuck you in.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi makes—a noise. His eyes go every bit as wide as his face is red, and he shivers a little unconsciously at Oikawa's touch. He obviously wasn't expecting him to do that, and just as obviously, didn't hear a word of what the other boy just said.]

[tooruler]

[He brushes his hand over Yamaguchi's cheek as he withdraws it. Smiles gently and sighs.]

I really wish you were sober, right now, so I could kiss you.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi leans into the touch unconsciously, only pulling back in confusion when Oikawa takes his hand away. His voice is jittery when he tries to speak, blown pupils alternating between searching the other boy's face and glancing away whenever he remembers his embarrassment.]

You...You would really want to, though??

[tooruler]

Yes.

[Which is about all he can say when Yamaguchi's drunk and he isn't. Because technically kissing isn't what he wants. What he wants is his lips on Yamaguchi's neck and moving lower but he suspects that Yamaguchi will want to build up to anything more.]

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi hesitates, deliberating and obviously torn up over something. Finally after a moment's agonizing he blurts out,] It's okay...! If you want to, um...do that!!

[tooruler]

When you're sober, Yama-chan.

What kind of a guy would I be if I took advantage of you? [One with a black eye from where Iwaizumi would punch him. That's the problem with outsourcing his conscience, it's able to get violent when he messes up.]

[tsukkinice]

[Forgetting what happened last time, Yamaguchi peels himself away from the side of the couch and tries to press drunkenly forward, nearer to Oikawa. He's so embarrassed he can't stand to look at him, but he really doesn't feel like keeping it to himself anymore.]

...I like you... [the words are mumbled out, nothing more]

[tooruler]

[Sorry, Yama-chan, did you say something? Because Oikawa isn't hearing anything but a loud buzzing in his ears right now. Possibly caused by his heart ramming its way up his throat and into his mouth. Have him staring blankly at you for a while.

Nice job breaking the guy you like.]

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi doesn't take notice of Oikawa's silence for longer this time, mostly because he's busy replaying what he just said over and over in his head, scared of what the other boy might tell him in return. He's not quite leaning onto Oikawa, just kneeling close enough on the couch so that his knees dig into the other's legs and the knuckles of his hands brush against the sides. Yamaguchi keeps staring straight down with a red face until he realizes just how long a pause it's been: at that point, he worriedly looks up despite his embarrassment, concerned that something's wrong.]

O...Oikawa-s-san? [Yamaguchi's voice is smaller than he'd like. He feels a chill when he gets a good look at the other boy, trying to fight through the fog of alcohol for any important details. Why does Oikawa have that blank look on his face? Why? What did Yamaguchi say to set him off? What did he...]

[tooruler]

[Oh god, he's close. Oikawa licks his lips on reflex. Tries to get his mind working again. Flushed and drunk is a good look on Yamaguchi but Oikawa's starting to think he'd believe that about any of Yamaguchi's looks.]

W-what did you say, Yama-chan?

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi tilts his head again, concern quickly outshining the total embarrassment in his expression.]

Oikawa-san? What's the matter...?

[tooruler]

You said you like me and I can't even kiss you because you're drunk.

[If he heard right, that is. Which he very well might not have when he's still got that sound in his ears.]

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi cringes back, feeling guilt sliver in him at the strange, distinctly not-right tone in Oikawa's voice—even if the words he's saying don't really seem to match, if he'd stop and think about them.]

I-I'm sorry...I didn't think...

[tooruler]

[Shit. What's Yamaguchi thinking? He leans forward to try and shrink the distance again, heart hammering away in his chest.

Oh, he didn't say... did he? Maybe that's the problem.]

I like you too, Yama-chan. Just not tonight, okay?

[tsukkinice]

[Mistakenly taking Oikawa's moving toward him as a sign that he's okay with it, Yamaguchi mumbles in obvious relief and stops drawing away at once. He's drunk and uncoordinated (and uncharacteristically touchy-feely, thanks to that), so if Oikawa doesn't stop him Yamaguchi will come closer until he's halfway in the other boy's lap while still facing him.

His forehead drops down to Oikawa's shoulder again, still ashamed but not as scared that he's done something to ruin the evening for them.]

'M sorry. I didn't know that you didn't like...er, drinking, and stuff...

[tooruler]

[It's easier to cope with Yamaguchi moving in when he more or less expects it, so he catches himself before he tenses up. Hesitantly, awkwardly, he reaches up and rubs Yamaguchi's back in small circles.]

Yama-chan, I like you and I like drinking just fine. But can you tell me you wouldn't be uncomfortable in the morning if I did anything with you?

[Even if he started now it would feel too much like he was drinking to ease his conscience rather than to have an enjoyable evening.]

Another time we can drink together but I don't want you to regret anything. [He takes a breath.] I like you too much for that.

[tsukkinice]

[Yamaguchi immediately relaxes into the touch, like he was bracing for it before being able to fully calm down.]

I like you too. [The words are, again, muffled into Oikawa's shoulder. It's probably intentional, if Yamaguchi's current redness isn't only caused by the alcohol in his system.] ...You don't need to do...uhh...d-do anything like that if you don't wanna...sorry, Oikawa-san...

[tooruler]

[Yamaguchi is too much. Too cute, too sweet, too nice. Especially when Oikawa can feel his breath on his neck as he speaks. Oikawa tilts his head so he can press a kiss to Yamaguchi's hair. That's innocent enough, right?]

I want to, Yama-chan.