“Nope you’ve only had a thing with me.” She whispered with a shrug taking the hand around her shoulder and intertwining their fingers so she could hold onto him even if they were already wrapped up in each other. “I am not vicious you silly.” She stated simply. “Which means it’s the truth so ha your drunken bum.” She joked shaking her head at him. Pausing as he told her to wait she raised an eyebrow at him before smiling. “Good. Because I love you a lot too.” She didn’t even have words for i but she had to make sure his drunkness was just playful and nothing more. “Well I’m proud of you for protecting someone.”
“That’s right! Only you! Well, except for that time in private school but I don’t count her because it was school. I believe we kissed once. No! Twice. Twice,” He spoke with the kind confidence you would only find in a drunk artist. Fact was that Toulouse was very confident at the moment. He smiled, finding that she had interlocked their fingers, more than glad for that closeness. “No, you are not. But that was a vicious lie. There is a distinct difference, my sunshine.” To be honest, he hadn’t even noticed that she paused at all and kept walking. “Loving you is like the world could any day and I would be fine. I would have spent my last moments holding you hand... Your beautiful slim fingers wrapped around my big clumsy hand.” He nodded with that. “Thank you! My sister and brother know about it. They say I still beat up a random person, which--- which is dangerous because he could have had gun. They have a point.”
