It's fine
Red isn't home yet, but it's fine
It's cool
He's cool
It's fine
It's late, but it's fine
His boyfriend is probably wasted
all over some drunk girl
at a club
somewhere
high off his ass
But it's fine
Blue's fine
It's fine
It's their anniversary though
And it's supposed to be perfect
And he's stuck at home
All
Alone
Plans for the night abandoned
Proposal plans
So maybe it's not fine, per say
Just passable
It's fine when the asshole bursts through the door
Drunk as Blue figured he'd be
Shoving flowers into his partner's hands
Collapsing in his arms
Slurring about loving his loser of a boyfriend so fuckin' much
It's bullshit
He won't remember it in the morning
It's not something Red ever says
It's sweet
The roses are layed down
Resting against a little black box
Carefully not to damage them
They're roses
His favorite
They're hand dyed a cool blue
His shade
Dumbass didn't know he could buy roses that were already blue
It was a waste of time
It was cliché
It was sorta romantic
So he drags Red back to his bed
It's not perfect
But it's a bit more than fine
