Matteo opened the car, adjusting his cloak so he could simply slip inside and be away from the cold night air that always brushed against his skin in an uncomfortable way. Even now, when he didn’t have fresh scars, the male seemed to feel every single angry read lash on his arms and how they reminded him of his failings. Trying his best to ignore it all, Luca was focusing on his long time friend and at occasion bed partner, hoping it would distract him enough. Looking over at the fallen angel, he still let his eyes wander since it was a wonderful past time and honestly the warlock always enjoyed how the other squirmed under his gaze. “The night is young.” That was all the male had to say to the others words, making it rather clear that they wouldn’t simply stick to one round of anything. Starting the engine, Hajoon did all to get away from the police station and move towards their usual spot for drinks and a nice chat. In a way he longed to simply have shot after shot slip down his throat while Sy sat beside him and was something close to a brat.
Driving in silence, Matteo moved slowly to take Sy’s hand into his own - an odd habit of his as he liked to hold someones hand while driving. It had started the moment cars were introduced to the human kind, probably even more grown into a habit once he started to date his past lover. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, simply to be on the safe side and not be too touchy feely without the others consent. Even if he was used to driving in such a way, it didn’t mean Sy actually wanted so much skinship outside the bedroom, especially since their relationship never got a proper name. The warlock hated the term 'friends with benefits’ and it sounded more like an insult to their bond than an accurate label. In the end he struggled to find an accurate well fitting descriptive, but wasn’t too bothered by it either.
Sy smirked at the comment. The night certainly was young. And with that, Sy settled into his seat, slumping down low out of pure laziness. Anything was comfier than those damn jail beds and seats. He had been sleeping on them for two nights, so the cushioning car seats felt like heaven. His eyes trailed to the outside, watching the night pass them by in silence. That is, until he felt someone’s hand--Matteo’s, of course-- take his own. Part of him was surprised, but the other part of him welcomed it. He smiled lightly, glancing to the warlock as he drove. It wasn’t a new thing, no. Sy had been placed in this situation before with Matteo, and every time, he welcomed it. It was just handholding, something that could be taken all sorts of ways, and given their relationship--whatever they had-- Sy thought that hand holding fit right into the bunch.
“It’s okay,” he finally replied, bringing Matteo’s hand up to press his lips to the back of it to show just how okay it was. Maybe that was too much. It probably wasn’t. He brought their hands back down to rest, eyes moving to look at Matteo. He smiled, before he turned to look back out the window. “I know you like driving with someone holding your hand. And I don’t mind being that hand you hold,” he added softly, giving his hand a small squeeze for to comfort any fears the other had about the simple act.
