It’s hard not to feel more at ease than he should around Clover, and tonight’s no exception. Domenic’s ended up at Clover’s place instead of his own apartment, and somewhere between a little alcohol and how nice it can feel to let his mask slip a little, Domenic’s smiling slightly as they head towards bed.
He should offer to take a couch or find somewhere to rest that he won’t be embarrassed by in the morning, but that’s not enough to keep him from slipping into bed next to Clover and tugging him close so Domenic can tuck the other’s head under his chin and wrap an arm loosely around his waist.
Sometimes the little leprechaun feels very much like his entire purpose revolves around masks- others’ and his own alike. He’s not complaining, certainly, especially when it involves ever so carefully prying away those who cling tightest to theirs. Drinking isn’t much his thing, typically, but for the right person and not too many others around, Clover might make exceptions once in a while.
He purrs softly as he’s settled neatly into his very favorite position to be, pressing soft kisses underneath Domenic’s chin and an affectionate nuzzle with them. Yes, he’d very much like to get used to this.