Where We Should Be

Got a feeling that I'm going under

The night after the confrontation with Orn, and the weird conversation with Tin he'd practically begged his friends to go out for drinks with him. He needed it, his heart was hardly capable of taking anymore. Each time he was sure it couldn't possibly get any worse, it somehow managed to do just that. Tin drew him in like no one else could, made his heart pump faster, his breath stop... and his chest and mind hurt. It was a relief to be out around people he was so comfortable with. Laughing, talking, letting the Can he only saw with them out. The Can that so badly wanted Tin to see him. The loud, goofy, albino monkey they all knew and seemed to love.

He'd been seated between Pond and Type, though Pond had run off after ChaAim as she walked in, forever chasing her and it was actually sort of cute to watch. So unlike him, but at the same time, it was nice to see him do something that wasn't damn perverted. Ae was in the middle of a quiet conversation with his boyfriend, and No had left early. It left him pretty much alone with Type, the silence other than the music actually suited him just fine in that moment. Quiet that was quickly interrupted by Type's voice beside him.

"Are you finally going to tell one of us what has made you so distracted lately?" Can let his eyebrows pull down in thought, his face immediately falling. Of course Type noticed, he was dangerous like that. The things no one wanted to talk about, the things people kept secret, he was just perspective enough to pick up on. Perhaps it was because he saw his own experiences in the things his friends went through, or maybe he just was ridiculous in the way he picked up on other people's feelings. Throughout the night it was true, he'd gotten distracted several times. Tin's face would swim in and out of his thoughts, and whatever discussion was going on, he'd have to pretend he hadn't heard what was being said so that it could be repeated. Type saw through it, something Can should have anticipated.

His shoulders hunched as he shook his head, a quiet, "nothing, P'," leaving his mouth before he lifted the drink in front of him to his lips. Maybe if he got drunk enough he'd forget it. The only thing stopping him was a hand nudging the drink away as he set it down.

"Mm, I believe that as much as I believe No left early because he was tired. What's his name?" Can had pulled his drink back after shooting Type a frown that he'd even dared move it, had just brought it to his lips and then was left choking on it.

"W-who?" He questioned, sputtering as he coughed into the crook of his arm.

"The guy that has you so distracted? Please don't lie to me Can, none of us have seen you like this before, it's obvious. You didn't even talk over a single one of us tonight." Instead of telling him, Can stood to leave, a disgruntled sound leaving him as he was tugged right back down onto the bench. Though he was athletic, Type was more athletic, not to mention quite a bit bigger than his small frame.

"It doesn't matter, P', he... it won't happen."

"Do you know that for sure? Has he actually said no?" He couldn't say no when he didn't know, or at least, Can hoped he didn't know. He couldn't say no when there was no reason to, he was already taken, and out of his league even if he wasn't.

"Not... exactly. I just know." He glanced in his elders direction, only looking away to check his phone as a message came through.

"If that's him... Tin is it? Can't say I've often texted just a friend at," he paused, his eyes on a nearby clock, "one in the morning, just to see if they're awake... have you?"

It was so unfair of Type to inspire hope, unfair of Tin to push that hope along as he stood up, the rest of his drink downed in one go, his tongue out in Type's direction as he left the bar. With his phone in hand, he let out a sigh. They'd exchanged numbers right after the truth had come out, in case Tin needed something. Maybe that had been a mistake, how much could his heart take?