Infected leans in for a kiss, his lips crashing against Lampert's surprised frown, and for a second Lampert doesn't stop him, it isn't until the realisation hits that Infected feels a pair of hands gripping his shoulders— then next thing he knows, he's shoved onto the other side of the couch, faced with a Lampert who's curled on himself against the armrest with a hand covering his mouth.
"this feels wrong—" he spits out, and Infected tries to blink the exhaustion out of his eyes in order to console him properly.. "4h, ####, s0rry br4h, i th0ught—"
he spits out, embarrassed— did he make the wrong move?
he thought he and Lampert were on the same page, but i guess not, instead he came on too strong and made him uncomfortable.
or would uncomfortable even the right word to describe it..?
Lampert didn't look "uncomfortable", he looked beyond horrified, if he had skin Infected wouldn't doubt it would be a good 10 shades lighter, but why? i mean, was the kiss THAT bad? was it his sickness again?
he'd showered today! kept tissues near him and Everything!
just to avoid something like this happening when he finally makes a move and yet..
"H— he wouldn't want this" Lampert sputters out of nowhere, turning his body away from the taller and snapping him out of his own thoughts."Wut.." Infected mumbles in response, sliding his fingers beneath his beanie to scratch at his scalp "Wh0?" he adds, brows knitted in confusion.
"You— Kasper, he—" Lampert stammers, gripping the shit out of the armrest of the couch and pushing himself up on wobbly mechanic legs, what was he doing?
he shouldn't have come here, he knew what Infected's intentions were and he still showed up, why? did he think this was going to go any differently?
"L4mp, wh3r3 4r3 y0u—?! L4mp3rt!" Infected shouts behind the already fleeing man, springing up from the couch in an attempt to chase after him, only to stop dead in his tracks when the shorter man spins around to face him, eyes filled with tears "I CAN'T— do this right now.. okay?" he shouts, the loudest Infected had ever heard him be "Just leave me alone." he chokes out, voice stuck in his throat.
and Infected feels defeated, arms dropping to his sides and shoulders slumping, he shrugs, looking off to the side.
"4lr1ght.." he hisses out.. and just like that Lampert disappears down the hallway, leaving him stranded in the middle of his apartment like some blueballed loser.
"[Content Deleted]" he spits out, rubbing his face in his hands and slumping back onto his couch to manspread and grunt in despair.
... what a fucking disaster ...
but at least his apartment's clean.
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