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Khol and you have both had the most hectic week possible. The good thing is you two made plans to spend the weekend together for some quality time!
The bad thing is that Khol forgot those plans and came home covered in blood that he can't explain, and freaks out about it for 5.5k words while you help clean him up!
Aight y'all. Warnings: Non graphic discriptions of murder, Khol is a monster that eats people and he does that off screen here. Blood is mentioned every other sentence. There is no smut in this fic, but there is non-sexual nudity.
AND IT'S TENDER KHOL HOURS LETS FUCKING GOOOOO
Khol was forgetting something.
He didn't know what, exactly (if he did then he wouldn't be having this issue), but it had been knawing at him all week.
Honestly, he had also just had a pretty shit week in general.
For some reason the restaurants manager decided to shove a massive stick up his ass and take it out in everyone else and start micromanaging everyone everywhere, and blew up at everything even slightly off. He was blowing up at that things everyone was in collective agreement to just let slide usually! What the hell was this sudden crack down?!
THEN that asshole changed Zekes shift schedule for the week without even asking him, so Khol couldn't even see his friend at work at all this week!
AND THEN everyone and their mother decided that this week in particular they would remember this restaurant exists and SWAMP THE FUCKING PLACE!
AND THEN, apparently, the store you worked at got the leftover bulk of a huge estates sale that had to be sort through, priced, and shelves, BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO MISSED THE ESTATES SALE SUDDENLY CARED ABOUT IT NOW AND THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOUR STORE WAS SELLING THE SHIT THERE AND WERE FLOODING IN.
YOUR BOSS WAS MAKING YOU PULL BACK TO BACK SHIFTS AND OVERTIME LIKE YOU WORKED IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL AND NOT A SMALL ANTIQUE STORE- WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE NEED YOU THERE 24/7 FOR?! HUH?! COULD NOTHING WAIT?
There were a couple times in your relationship where he seriously considered killing Larry.
Larry was honestly fine! Usually! He just hated Khol, and he could live with that. It wouldn't be the first time he had been hated, but working you to the bone like this? Absolutely not!
You weren't getting back to your apartment until late at night and any phone calls you two made to each other had to be cut short because you were both just too tired to keep talking to each other! Don't even get him started on how neither of you were able to visit each other at work this week like you usually did!
Fuck his manager and fuck yours too! What the hell!
... At least you never hung up the phone after you lost the energy to talk. You both would stay on the line and just listen to each other breath until you fell asleep. He enjoyed that part.
BUT THE REST OF THE WEEK WAS DOG SHIT!
He hadn't had. ANY human meat. In nearly two weeks!
It was all he was thinking about lately! Khol couldn't do anything without thinking of how hungry he was for something he couldn't have!
He was slamed! Zeke was slammed! Any pieces of meat from their last 'hunt' were gone, and they were both too tired to go to bars and lure anyone to the slaughter. He was going INSANE! And he's pretty sure Zeke was getting more snappy than usual, so he's feeling it too!
And listen.
...He knows what he just did was sloppy.
I mean, seriously, he was covered in some drunk guys blood right now, but he was hungry.
Was it stupid? Acting on a hungry whim? Going out without gloves? With loose hair? In public? With only the night and a route through some dark alleys and an abandoned house as his cover?
Was he stupid for calling Zeke to tell him what he did on an impulse, give him the location and then leave the body there for Zeke to find? Was that a dick move on his part?
Yeah. Absolutely. He knew that. Sorry Zeke. But if he didn't get that meat today then he probably would have done something even more stupid.
And, he would also admit to taking out some of his frustration on the guy he killed. Even more when the guy actually put up a good fight and got Khol just covered in his blood.
Seriously?! Blood was everywhere! He looked like an edgy horror movie victim! His pants, his jacket and his shirt underneath that was slowly getting soaked, his face, his hands, HIS HAIR?! HIS FUCKING HAIR?! ARE YOU JOKING??? He knows he didn't tie it up but this was just insane!
Fuck. Maybe the guy had something to do with whatever he was forgetting? No, no, that couldn't be it. Whatever he was forgetting, it was something that happened a while ago. Plus, he already knew he messed up a lot of his usual process- Zeke had chewed him out royaly for it, but just!
Fuck!
What was he forgetting?!
He knew it was something important! He knew that he was going to be mad at himself for forgetting it as soon as he remembered what it was, but he didn't remember what it was!
This week sucked. He hated this. He wanted to go hang out with Zeke and Phoebe. He wanted a whole month off work. He wanted to kiss you and then collapse on top of you and let you dote on and take care of him, and then he'd dote on and take care of you.
And right now he wanted a damn shower because THE STUPID ASSHOLES BLOOD GOT IN HIS FUCKING HAIR!!! THAT'S JUST RUDE! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THATS GONNA TAKE TO WASH OUT?!
So he was a bit pissy when he jammed his house key into his door and shoved it open.
His phone had died after he called Zeke, and it was so late in the night (morning? It was definitely past midnight) at this point that calling you would mean waking you up and disturbing your sleep. He couldn't do that. You were getting so little sleep as of late already. He wasn't going to add to that, no matter how terribly he missed you.
So, he would be alone tonight.
There would be nothing for him tonight that could distract from this big, silent, empty house.
Khol slammed the door behind him and kicked off his boots. His work clothes were left in a plastic bag in the passenger seat of his car. He wasn't risking get blood on white clothes.
He probably should just wash his hands and go back out to bring them in, but they could just sit there for the night. Tomorrow was the weekend and he didn't... Have...
The weekend.
...Did he have...something to do this-
"Khol?"
He stopped dead.
Your voice came from upstairs.
...You were upstairs.
...No.
You were upstairs. In his house. Right now.
No.
Oh God.
No no no no NO!
Khol could not have forgotten this. Not today. Not now! Not while he was covered in this gore! Covered in all this blood!
You two had made plans. He remembers now. You had made plans to stay the night with him for the weekend about week prior. He remembers.
Oh you had just been so excited about it; you both were! Khol had giddily made a grocery list to make your favorite foods, and you had spent half an hour together choosing bad movies and true crime documentaries- the ones that really dug into all the forensic details that Khol loved- that the two of you would watch together this weekend, all cuddled up on his couch, and warm, and happy, and-
And then work had you both swamped by the next day.
And he forgot.
And now you were here.
He hadn't even gone grocery shopping yet...
...FUCK! How does he explain this blood?!
He heard your footsteps. You were coming down the stairs.
You were going to see him-
"Khol? You there, Sugar?"
"Honey!" Oh fuck what could he do?! Yell at you to stay on the stairs or go back up? He doesn't want to yell at you! That would just scare you and he doesn't want that. He could not have that! But what does he do?!
You came around the corner before he could decide.
"You got back real late today, Sugar. Kitchen keep ya that long-..." Your sleepy, but happy tone that he had always adored hearing died out the moment you saw the red splattered on his face, and Khols stomach dropped.
"... Honey-" he needed to say something! He saw your face flash when you realized what you were looking at and, Oh God you looked so scared.
"What the fuck?!" Your eyes blinked back into focus, and you were on him in a minute.
"Khol! Where are you hurt?! How did- where'd all this come from?! When did-" you were stumbling over your words, and your eyes and hands were moving from place to place like they just couldn't settle and he couldn't do anything to hold you and calm you down because his hands were just covered in dried blood and he refused to transfer that on to you!
So he ended up holding his hands out like he was trying to placate a small, scared animal in a way that had never worked for him before with real animals but seemed to get somewhere with everyone else, all in an effort to not get you dirty.
"Honey! Honey, breathe, please! I'm alright! I promise..."
And then, despite his efforts, you grabbed onto one of his hands and laced your fingers together as soon as you could.
Despite his efforts, Khol let you.
Your eyes were still wild and rapid as they checked him over, but as he did his best to sooth you, and when you could find no tears in his clothes nor any signs of pain from him, those same eyes gave way into an alert confusion.
Then the warmth of your hand disappeared, and you started trying to get behind him and spin him around ever which way to get a better look at every possible location all the blood covering him could have originated from.
"Where are-... Can you feel any pain? Did you get into a fight or. Or did someone follow ya? Here, take of your jacket-" You reached for his zipper and he, as gently as he could, stopped you by taking your hand in his. A reverse of your previous position.
He might as well hold your hand like he wanted, now that you had shown you didn't mind blood, at least not when you were worried for him.
You leaned in and kissed the back of his knuckles within a second, almost like you were running on instinct, staring at him all the while with those wide, lovely eyes like you hadn't even noticed what you had done, and somehow, his heart still found the strength to flutter.
Fuck, he just loves you so, so much.
He adjusted the way he was holding your hand so it was encompassed by both of his own, and brought them up to where he could lean in and kiss them at any second.
He rubbed his thumb across your fingers and looked deep into your eyes.
How was he going to explain this?
"Hey, hey... I'm alright. The bloods not-..."
Oh God what does he SAY?!
"..." You kept looking him up and down. Kept looking at where there were large quantities of blood and stared at them like you were expecting them to be darker or get bigger in a way that implied bleeding, and then moved on to another area after not finding it.
You were becoming more and more confused by the second when nothing was turning up.
Khol knew there were some cuts and bruises on his arms hidden under his jacket (courtesy of Mr Fight Club earlier), but nothing that would amount to the blood bath soaked into his clothes, and Khol suspected that you would see that for yourself in the near future.
Khol could feel each and every beat of his heart and every breathe that entered his lungs as you looked him all over for answers and came up empty.
"... The blood ain't yours?"
"...No"
You looked... He didn't even know how to interpret that look. He only knew he hated it. Your voice was coming out shaky and he hated it.
"... Its-... Sweet heart, it's a lot of blood..."
"..." Khol closed his eyes. What could be say?
He took a deep breath and pulled your intertwined hands closer and took his time laying a kiss to your knuckles.
"... I'll. I'll tell you later... Honey..? Is that ok? Can I tell you later?" He looked at you with a desperate hope.
Please, please say yes.
Please Honey, please say yes.
Let him figure out what lie to tell you later.
Let him keep his secret for a little longer.
Let him keep your freely given love for now, please.
Keep looking at him with not an ounce of fear in your eyes for just a little while longer. Please.
Please. Please don't leave him when you finally find out. Please don't leave him all alone!
You just blinked at him, sweetly oblivious to the reasons behind his inner strife but still recognizing it was there.
"Uh. Yeah! Right, right, of course you can love! Um. Just... Just let me..." You reached out your other hand towards the zipper of his jacket once again, and Khol didn't stop you this time.
You stared at him. The blood that had soaked through the jacket and clung to his arms and the fabric of his T-shirt was much less, but still very much there.
"... Khol?"
"Hm?"
Your other hand came and joined where the rest of yours were all intertwined, and your eyes locked with his.
"... If you feel pain, at any time, then you gotta tell me, alright?"
Khol found himself smiling softly, despite the situation. You were so worried for him! Even if that feeling in you changed when you found out that the blood truly wasn't his at all, he could have this moment right here right now.
He kiss your hands once again "Of course, my dear"
The panic was subsiding, and you found yourself fit to fluster in the way that Khol always made it his mission to bring out in you.
You were still fidgeting with everything you could. Shifting your weight from side to side and you kept squeezing and playing with his hands. You were looking for something to do.
"... Right... Well then. Let's uh- let me clean you up, ok?"
Oh, Khol could feel himself softening up by the second, and that was reflected in his voice and in his gaze.
"Anything you want, honey"
You smiled, a crooked little thing, and took your hands back to grab into his arm and lead him up the stairs.
He pretended not to notice you were moving slower than usual, in case he really was injured and was either hiding it or didn't realize. Khol couldn't mind it much. The last ten minutes had felt slower than usual, after all. This would only fit.
You had stopped and let go of him only to grab towels and washcloths from the hallway closet, and then silently herded him into the bathroom before you once again began to fuss.
"Alright uh. I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt right now. I need to get that in water real quick if you wanna get that blood out." Your words were a little slurred and jumbled together as you distract yourself with turn the shower on and checking ever few seconds to see if it was hot enough. The tell tale steam eventually forming when it did.
Khol raised a brow and looked over himself.
He smiled. Something shit eating and not fitting in with the overall atmosphere, but... He just didn't like seeing you like this, trying to find something to do to help him with a problem that he couldn't even explain.
"... Honey?"
"Hm?"
"What about my pants? Should I take those off too?" Not that it would lead to anything, but he wanted to hear you laugh.
"Please do." Your voice was more clinical than anything.
Oh. Ouch.
Ok then. Not the time. Got it.
...You were probably just crashing from the high emotions. That was fine. Khol could understand that.
He'll just... have to find a way to make you laugh tomorrow...
-AND HE HAS TO COME UP WITH A FUCKING STORY TO EXPLAIN THIS SHIT BY TOMORROW! FUCK!
You left him in the bathroom after a quick comment about fetching some clothes, so Khol dedicated about ten seconds to a nice mental breakdown as he stripped.
What does he say? What can be say? Where do people get covered in blood? Fucking murder scenes. And fights. Oh! Fights! Ok. So let's say he got into a fight. Who was he fighting? Did he know the guy he was fighting in this scenario or was it a stranger? Fuck fuck FUCK-
Khol but his lip. Fuck! Ok, so he got into a fight- it's a lot of blood, and none of it came from him, so the hypothetical person didn't know Khol could fight, so let's go with stranger.
Khol had gotten into a bar fight in front of you once- the fucker deserved it for what he said to you- but he held back for your sake. He really, really does not want you to be scared of him.
But then Phoebe also made a comment about it, teasing him about how light he was on the guy, and asking if it was because you were there. Right in front of you! So, you probably did know that Khol usually went farther in fights when you weren't there to see it.
Khol did his lip harder. Ok. He got into a fight with a stranger and he beat him way too far. Fuck. Now that make him look like an asshole.
What if there were multiple guys?! That would explain the blood a bit better.
How many could he get away with? Two? Three? Khol was strong but a three against one was a little-
... What if he wasn't alone in the fight though?
He had never told you that Zeke got his shifts changed, did he? He had forgotten about it after you showed him a weird little jar that had a two headed centipede floating in preserving liquid that came into your shop. He lost his mind when he saw it, and then lost it more when you told him that you already bought it for him as a gift, and Zeke was forgotten about.
Ok. So him and Zeke got into a fight.
...Well shit. Now he has to get Zeke involved with this.
Ok, but why-
The door creaked open and his eyes found you instantly.
You came back into the bathroom with an almost shy look and a pile of soft, matching pajamas that you had bought for both of them as a 'joke'. You two didn't wear them as often as he would like, but something about seeing them, and knowing that you deliberately packed yours for this sleep over, and rummaged around his room to find his made his wild heart beat a little more softly.
He loves you. So much.
"Ok. So we can't soak your clothes in the tub, so I'm gonna just put your shirt in the sink, and your pants and jacket are both black, so they can wait a little longer or get the blood out. Cool?"
"Cool" he would be cool with almost anything if it was you asking.
You smiled at him and slow blinked like people have told him cats do when they love you "...Cool."
You turned on the cold water and plugged the sink drain, which made the bottom part of the now foggy mirror briefly have an identity crisis before the steam won, and put his red T-shirt in there to soak.
And then you started stripping yourself.
Oh!
Yay! You were joining him!
(of course you would be. Of course you wouldn't leave him alone right now)
You said nothing once you were bare, only looking away from his face to briefly scan how much blood had made it on his body- and undoubtedly noticed the small cuts and bruises you couldn't see before with his jacket on and hadn't noticed till now.
Khol struck a pose like you were checking him out instead "You like what you see?"
"...Huh? Oh!" You gave him a. Not quite laugh? You exhaled pretty hard out of your nose though, and you smiled, so he would take it.
Then, you gave him a small kiss on his collarbone, and that made him blush and want to melt, before taking his hand once again to lead him into the shower.
You got him under the warm hot water and had your hands in his hair immediately, and he went a little bit insane in the safety of his thoughts, because if someone told him that this is what heaven was, he would believe them and die in an instant to get this forever.
But if he was dead then he wouldn't get to see you. So. That obviously couldn't happen.
Khol already knew that the sound he made was going to haunt his dreams and embarrass him years down the line, but God! He hasn't seen you in a week and now you were right here, and he could see all of you, and you were so close, and you were touching him, and you cared about him so much, and he cared about you so much, and-
His eyes were completely closed and heavy. You were massaging his scalp and making him tilt his head this was and that so you could scratch where you needed to to loosen up the dried blood in his hair, then ran your fingers all the way through it to get as much of it out as possible before properly washing it.
Khol barely remembered to give himself some artificial tangles in his hair, both to avoid suspicious about how his hair stayed pristine after such a violent 'fight', and to give you something to do to take your mind off of the blood. Which, predictably, you took little parts of his hair at a time and unwound the tangles with tremendous efforts to not break the hair, and he made sure to not make any knots that would require that.
But eventually , you took apart the last tangle, and you simply took a moment, with your hands resting on his shoulders, to just look at him, and Khol looked back.
... Why were you looking at him? We're you about to ask? Right now? We're you-
You grabbed his face. Oh!
Honestly, grab was a bit of an exaggeration. It was more like you were simply finding a new place to rest your hands.
He leaned closer to you. Leaned more into those hands.
You gave him another slow blink, and then you moved his hair out of his face, and then you closed your eyes, and then you gave him a slow, weighted kiss on his forehead. Right between his brows.
"I love you"
Your voice was so calm and so clear, and you were looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Amd he was staring at you with his eyes and mouth open like a fucking idiot.
What was this reaction time he had? Who let him date?
He put his hands over yours and put a kiss right on one of your palms. Flaking and melting blood running down both of you with the flow of water be dammed.
"I love you too, sweetheart"
You brought him towards you and pressed your forehead against his, right where you just kissed. Slowly- all so slowly, like you were trying to burn this moment into your very being. Burn this moment into your soul.
"...I love you so much"
Khol closed his eyes.
He wants this burned into his soul too.
...
You both breathed together one more time, and then you pulled away, gave his face one last stroke of your thumb, and then turned to get one of the cloths you had laid on the shower bar and wet it under the running water.
You were silent as you held his hair back with one hand and started to wash his face with the other, and Khol was silent as he stared at you.
You were always so gentle with him in ways he had never known he'd receive. He doubted he could ever truly tell you just how much he meant that.
You cleaned your hands and applied the actual cleanser yourself. The tips of your fingers gliding across his face in a way that was much calmer as the majority of the blood on his body was being slowly washed away, although you did switch back to the cloth to clean off the soap for him.
Khol started melting the second you reached for the shampoo bottle.
"Honey?"
You were working the shampoo between your hands and trying not to drop any on the floor.
"Hm?"
"I love you" He already knew the smile on his face looked stupid.
You smiled at him right back. "I love you too, Sugar"
And then you began that scalp massage all over again as you washed his hair and- listen. Could anyone really blame him if Khol said that time seemed to pass by in a blur after this? He faintly remembers leaning on you so heavily that his face was just in your neck with his eyes closed by the time you began to work the shampoo through the bottom part of his hair. Just to make sure everything was clean.
...He may have started leaning on you on purpose, though. But you, for one, clearly didn't mind! You had kept him in that same position as you walked him back under the center of the water flow and worked the suds out of his hair, and he didn't know how many, but he's sure that you were giving him kisses on his shoulder and anywhere you could reach, so you needed to be this close too!
That was the official excuse that Khol was going to roll with if you ever teased him for this later!
Conditioner was much the same ritual, and this is also the moment where Khol accepts that his usual hour long hair routine was not happening tonight.
He just wanted to be in bed with you in your matching pajamas and holding you as soon as possible. He could happily sacrifice one missed night of hair oils and wax for that.
No, but really, he is so tired right now.
Like. Wow. This week, and this night in particular had taken a lot out of him.
And- ugh! He still has to think of a full story to explain this later! Probably by morning. Fuck AND HE HAS TO TELL ZEKE TO BACK HIM UP FUCK!
He gets another kiss on the shoulder and then slightly pushed back so you can get the cloth again and move on to cleaning his body...
So now he's trying to multitask on coming up with his story and figuring out the best way to tease you right now with a sleep deprived brain.
He ends up just absentmindedly kissing you wherever he could reach while not disturbing you from your task. Not the tried and true method, but eh. He'll tease you later.
...Uuuhhhhhh shit. Man he doesn't know. Him and Zeke were closing and some difficult customers came back and started causing some bullshit scene outside.... And uhhhh.... I guess Khol had recognized them from a previous incident, or maybe they were a 'past friends' horrible terrible ex that should've been in jail anyway.... Uh. Yeah. Yeah that sounds fine... Ugh. Now he has to make up a fake friend he doesn't talk to anymore. Fuck his chungus life.
"... Khol?" Your voice cut through his half asleep mind.
"Yes?"
"... Baby, whose blood is this? Do you know them?"
"... Ah"
Honey! How convenient! How sweet of you to wait until he came up with a story! Thank you very much that's very considerate of you!
But maybe he didn't respond soon enough because you got nervous.
Aw man.
"You ain't gotta tell me what happened! Not yet, anyway... But- I mean-... do you know them?"
Shiiit. Yes and no? Let's just say he had met this Ex-friends Ex character a couple times but didn't really know him. That sounds legit.
You weren't looking at him in the eye when you asked "... Do they know you?"
... Oh Honey. You worried about him too much. (Please never stop)
"Uh. Kind of? It was three guys actually. Don't worry! Zeke was with me so it wasn't like I got ganged up on it anything"
You stepped closer to him and held his hand. Awww. He kissed your forehead.
He really needed to brush his teeth so he could kiss you for real. He doesn't want you tasting any hints of blood in his mouth, after all.
"Hm... One of them was dating one of my friends- not someone you know. Me and her didn't really keep contact after high school, but trust me, that guy was awful to her. Apparently he hasn't changed. Started causing a scene outside the restaurant." He'll have to fine tune the details later, but that was later.
"Outside the restaurant? Did he know you were working there?"
Forehead kiss. "Probably not? That guy was always fucking weird, but I only met him like twice and haven't seen him in years... I'll tell you the rest later, ok?" After he gets this story straight with Zeke. And he gets some sleep. And some cuddles. And an actual kiss.
Khol took a deep breath and stretched. Ok. Time to lock in. He was so tired. Sooner you guys got out of the shower the sooner he would get those cuddles.
He gave you another kiss, this time on your cheek (he just really liked doing that) and took the washcloth from your hand to finish washing himself, and you took that as your sign to finally start washing your own face and body.
Khol washed your hair though. He was done with himself by that point and honestly just kind of wanted an excuse to play with your hair.
Yeah... You guys were probably in that shower for like two hours, but Khol had no sense of time at this point, so who knows. It wasn't like he was panicking over his potential water bill anyway.
He also wasn't ashamed to admit that, by the time the water was shut off and you two were patting each other dry with towels, that his shirt soaking in cold water and his bloody pants still in the floor had completely slipped his mind.
He wasn't really happy when he got reminded about them. He literally said "Boooooo!" When he stepped out the shower.
He just! Wanted! To sleep! And maybe have a little kiss, too! Fuck!
You also groaned as soon as you saw them, so he wasn't alone in this.
He briefly though of talking you into just ignoring the clothes and dealing with them tomorrow (gross, he knows. He doesn't care right now), but you were already moving to drain the bloody water and ring out the shirt, so that was obvious a no go.
Even as he saw both of your life energy drain when your eyes landed on the bottle of hydrogen peroxide that Khol had brought out from his medicine cabinet, you didn't stop.
He gave the bottle to you and took his shirt back. It wasn't completely clean yet, and he still didn't like the thought of you getting blood on yourself.
Khol gave you another kiss, this one on the top of your head and hair as you opened the bottle and poured it on the worst of the blood stains while he held the shirt still, disinfecting the fabric.
You both rested it on the sink counter when you were finished with the front. The back hadn't gotten much blood in it, thankfully. But the chemicals had to soak. Which took more time. Ew.
Khol sighed and stretched as you washed your hands. He wanted to be in beeeedddddddd!
He looked back at you.
You were kind of playing with the water, he noticed... Not in a scared way, just in the way you'd get a bit too nervous when asking for anything you thought might 'burden' him. He was still trying to spoil that thinking out of you. Success has been greatly varied.
"...Sugar?" Awww you sounded so sleepy!
"Yes?" He perked up in an instant. You know, sometimes he felt like a dog with how happy he got when you just talked to him.
"... Your pants and jacket are black..."
...Oh? Was he about to get his way?
"They are"
"Blood doesn't show up much on black..."
"It doesn't"
"Can we... Sugar, can we maybe leave them for tomorrow-"
"Yes we can!" He got his way! Hell yeah!
You were both ready to fall over each other, so between getting you dressed, getting himself dressed, brushing his teeth, and rinsing out the shirt again and chucking it in the laundry for an actual wash while his pants lay happily forgotten in the bathroom floor, there was mostly just an exhaustive urgency to Finish This Shit, and Finish This Shit you both did.
He would also have zero shame in admitting that he was straight up half asleep lying on his stomach against your chest as you lazily blow dried his hair for him on his bed. Two of his favorite things were happening at the same time: he was getting his hair played with and you were touching him. He saw no way this could possibly be a bad thing.
He also happened to notice a jar full of a two headed centipede on his nightstand! He was gonna be jumping around about that in the morning!
The second the hair dryer shut off and all the fuzzy feelings he always had around you were reaching an all time high, he pulled back just enough to see you fully.
You were so sleepy and so cute and he never wanted a week like this to happen again because he just missed you! So, so so much! He loved you and he missed you and he wanted to really, really kiss you! ... Oh wait-
"Can I kiss you?" He hoped he had puppy eyes right now. He didn't really know what puppy eyes were supposed to look like, but he hoped he had them.
You didn't answer, but you did smile and pull him closer to you, SOOOO-
Uh. He may have gone a bit crazy with the way he pushed you down against the pillows and kissed every square inch of your face like a rabid dog...
He couldn't help it! He really, really loved you! And you loved him! And you were smiling and petting his hair while he kissed you so CLEARLY you were ok with this and that was all Khol needed to know!
He has no idea where he was getting all the energy to kiss you from. Maybe he just had a separate system dedicated to you, who knows? But you were clearly worn, so Khols little rampage turned into nuzzles in only a few minutes.
Awww, honey, you were barely keeping your eyes open to look at him!
He leaned over you to turn off the lamp before falling back down to his place next you you.
You were barely awake...
Khol kissed your eyelids and you smiled, and took that as your cue to snuggle up to him and close you eyes for the night with one last yawn.
"..."
"... Khol?"
"...hm?"
"I love you"
The smile on his face was dopey. He didn't need a mirror to know that for a fact.
"I love you too, Honey"
and with that, you fell asleep.
...
... Fuck.
Something was still bugging him.
He was supposed to do... Something- OH FUCK HE NEEDS TO TELL ZEKE-
Zeke would then get woke up by a dozen illegible and incoherent texts from Khol, asking him to back him up with... Some story. Apparently they now had a make believe high school friend with the world's worst ex.
What the fuck, man?
He texted back a single K because it was FOUR IN THE MORNING KHOL, and went back to sleep with the knowledge that he was going to call his friend tomorrow and open up a can of verbal whoop ass on him.
