what's stopping you?

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"you're gonna have to be quick," george says impatiently as sapnap fans the throw blanket over his couch, hiding the whiskey stain that everyone is already well aware of, "i'm going out."

"okay, okay! you can sit down," the ravenette prompts, stepping out of george's way so the brit can settle down on the couch. he fondly rolls his eyes at the dramatic sigh george lets out, making his way over to the kitchen corner of his caravan.

he pulls open the cupboard by the sink, sorting through all the shit in there to find what he needs.

with a handful of stuff, he makes his way back over to the couch, dropping it all onto the cushion beside george and quickly reaching over to catch the bottle that threatens to roll off.

george looks down at the stuff, clearly trying not to show his anxiousness.

in hopes to ease his friend's nerves, sapnap says, "i'm going to sit on you now!" before ungracefully taking a seat on the other boy's lap, his knees up on the couch on either side of the brunette's hips.

george thankfully laughs at the movement, his hands instinctively moving to hold sapnap's waist in place. "you're an idiot," he says, smiling up at sapnap.

"i know," the ravenette chirps, leaning down just slightly to press a quick kiss to the tip of george's nose.

the brit huffs dramatically, wiping his nose with his palm and gagging playfully.

sapnap laughs to himself, proud of both the reaction and his ability to distract george from his clear anxiousness. he leans off to the side, remaining sat on george as he picks up the needle and bottle from the cushion. "can you get my lighter?" the ravenette asks.

"wh- sap, you're literally on top of me?" george points out, confused.

sapnap smirks to himself. "it's in my back pocket."

george rolls his eyes at that, but he doesn't say anything more or complain as he moves his hands back to sapnap's ass, tapping on both pockets to find the object before sliding his hand into sapnap's right pocket to fish out the lighter. he moves his hand back to sapnap's waist, the other holding the lighter to his friend.

sapnap takes it with a chirpy, "thanks cutie," filling george's now empty hand with the bottle he'd been holding.

george holds it without question, replying, "ew, don't call me that."

"why not, cutie?" sapnap teases, flicking the lighter on and holding the flame under the needle.

"cause, it's weird," george replies, his gaze trained on the needle.

"stop looking at it," sapnap orders, causing george's gaze to flick up to meet his own, eyes locking. "you're just psyching yourself out, stupid."