“Don’t worry, Hani Bunny. The fuckin’ coppers couldn’t give a shite about it this late. Place is a dump as is…” For a moment he glances at his decrepit surroundings– making his way to a nearby ashtray to put out the nearly finished cigarette. He’d had several while he waited in the dingy, empty airport hall and had no trouble, but he was feeling generous enough to consider that Hani was feeling less than humorous at the moment. “Let’s get the fuck outta ‘ere...” His eyes moved to Hani’s lips– slightly curled into a frown and chapped like always, but still enticing. Piper’s chest tightened. He hadn’t even given him so much as a pat on the back yet. There was some sort of awkward distance between them that he wanted to dissipate. “Bathroom first…you comin’?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Continue to call him that. He likes it, he’s just cranky and having a bit of sexual confusion lately. With a roll of dark eyes, he merely shrugs, shouldering his bag and follow behind. “Not letting you out of my sight-- no telling what trouble you’ll find.”

















