Here In Your Arms

He's going to end up calling him, he knows himself very well, so he knows even before he grabs the phone off the table and begins to play with it.

Sarawat has drank, taken enough of whatever else is left in the house — he really needs to go shopping or something close to that later, to warrant him to call Tine.

Tine. Tine. Tine.

Tine is somewhere, he thinks he may be studying for some ridiculous test because that's what Tine does, he pretends he needs to be away, spend time away from him and that's the first sign that everything is not okay with them. Tine is going to leave him, and Sarawat knows it. He taps a finger against the screen of his phone a couple of times before selecting Tine's name.

The phone rings and Tine picks up almost immediately, which Sarawat deduces means he's at the library — perfect that's only some twenty miles away. He waits until he hears the shuffling of papers and what sounds like Tine moving away from whoever he's studying with. Sarawat ignores the flare of jealousy in his stomach.

"What?" Tine growls out.

"What are you doing?" Sarawat asks, laying back down against the pillows and just smiles as Tine curses at him.

"I'm studying. Remember, I told you that I'd be out."

"Well, had to make sure, you could be at a bar for all I know."

"Does it sound like I am at a bar?"

"No need to be testy, love." Sarawat purrs at him.

Tine lets out another slew of words just for him.

"What. Do. You. Want?" Tine bites out.

"Come back."

"No." Tine answers.

"Please."

"No."

"I miss you."

"No, you don't."

"Then, I'll come to you." Sarawat tells him. He pushes himself off the couch and the world heaves around him.

Oh, fuck.

Whatever is left of his balance makes a gallant effort to keep him from falling to the ground, but it falls short as Sarawat catches himself on the coffee table. He lets out a small noise of pain, though it really doesn't hurt too much. Or it does and he's too damn drunk to really care and feel anything.

In his ear, he can hear Tine as he moves quickly to somewhere.

"Fuck, how much did you drink?" Tine demands.

"The whole cabinet's still here. Don't worry, you'll get yours."

"Not the fucking point."

Sarawat listens as Tine packs up his things and issues terse and unapologetic excuses towards whoever he had been studying with. "I'm coming, okay. Just, just stay home, Sarawat."

Sarawat settles back against the couch and waits, he's pretty sure it shouldn't take long before Tine arrives and for once his boyfriend doesn't disappoint him. Except when Tine walks in, he looks like he's going to set fire to the world. Usually Sarawat either finds this extremely sexy or he's just as pissed as Tine. Right then and there, he feels like maybe he doesn't want to be on the end of Tine's glare not when he can barely even stand.

"Welcome home, baby," Sarawat greets.

Tine just glares at him, and then there's a set of keys with those heavy metal keychains thrown at him. They smack against his stomach with a force that makes Sarawat think that maybe Tine should be playing baseball or some other game where they throw things.