bob's so, so tired; he's been feeling that a lot lately, its why he's had to rest so much. the events of the past few days have took a toll on him, and he's trying not to have to resort to ketamine or another sleeping medication to help him slow down his mind enough to sleep. so instead, he beelines to john; spotting the other man sitting on the couch in the hq, looking at something on his phone.
wordlessly, he plops down on the couch next to him; wriggling his way under john's arm and resting his head on his chest, one hand going to john's free one. sleepily, through heavily-lidded eyes, he glances at the screen, just at his eyeline---the last thing he sees before his eyes fully close, is a picture of john, and some other handsome man---they're grinning, arms around one another. he makes a mental note to ask john about it later, but right now.........sleep is calling.
❝ --you seem stressed. ❞ lemar pushes himself off of the parked swat car he's leaned on; going over to where john was standing. ❝ lemme help. can't have my man goin' out there lookin' like hell froze over. ❞ a chuckle leaves his lips, as he raises his hands to john's shoulders, starting to rub them a little bit. thumbs dug into the new u.s. agent-uniform clad neck of john, before he's leaning around to look at the other.
❝ dig the new beard, by the way. always told 'liv; that you look good a little less clean-shaven. ❞ hands travelled lower, to the flat of his shoulders; fingers tucking slightly under john's arms. ❝ damn, johnny---you really gotta relax. ❞ another easy smile comes to his lips, now dropping his hands from john's back, opting for one instead to grasp his. ❝ you realize what day it is? ❞ thumb swipes over john's hand, before he's tugging him along, and into an empty alleyway, making sure the coast is clear before he's pushing him into the wall gently. ❝ it's our anniversary. ❞ hand lets go of john's, moving it up to the other's face, fingers running through john's beard. ❝ this is really a good look on you. don't know how i feel about this, though. ❞ fingers flick the beret on top of his head, before he lets it travel back to john's cheek. ❝ did you forget, johnny? ❞ he's teasing, a bit; before he leans in, face hovering inches from the other's face. ❝ think you owe me a kiss, 'cuz you forgot our anniversary. ❞
both of his hands come to settle on john's chest then; fingers tracing over the lines on his uniform, to the star in the corner, not looking away from john. ❝ spare a kiss, soldier? ❞ he's inched impossibly closer, touching his nose to john's.
@battletrio is getting a thing. u kno what this is.
