He sighed in satisfaction when she started protesting. "There we are. Wouldn't be Haley if she didn't complain, Eh?" he put his finger on her nose and petted it. His brows gathered when she went about deciding what he couldn't do. He pulled her tighter to his side as he staggered in, pulling her along more than relying on her for balance. It was a precarious way of traveling. "It's too early to sleep." he said without slurring. But not too early to be drinking, apparently.<br/><br/>He looked back at the door as it clicked into place and then at her when she mentioned her plans with her boyfriend. He grinned in a familiar dark cadence. "Oh. Good boy is coming?" he asked before her thought about the kiss derailed his mischievous direction, at least for a second. He pushed her against her hall wall and lifted her, keeping her legs around him. Keida was still set on club manners, and pulled her hair a little to keep her head against the wall too. He smelled her jaw and nuzzled her neck. "Yeah, but I'll only leave if you kiss me good enough." he stipulated and then rubbed his stomach against the apex of her thighs. It was unfair, really, how naturally magnetic he was.<br/><br/>His face rested against the side of hers as he breathed, almost like he was inside her already, though they were both fully dressed. "You like me, Haley." he said and carefully sucked her cheek. "You didn't always but then I tricked you, didn't I?" his hand not holding her up let go of her hair to hide underneath her shirt, fingers digging into her skin like he wanted to gouge her organs out. It was a frustrated affection. A low growl in his throat, like he would eat her next. He moaned in sadness and desire as he stroked his tongue over her cheek and then rested his forehead to her temple. "I didn't want to trick you, but you made it so easy. And you were so hot for Cain. I fucking hate Cain."<br/><br/>He shook his head, somber, drunk, as he slid them down the wall, until she sat in his lap and her held her against him. "You'll move and I..." glistening lips and a heavy coat of shine on his eyes. "And I'll get lost in this country on two wheels. You'll have kids and I'll die somewhere, doing something stupid." he breathed, dramatic. He kissed her firmly, like he'd longed for it all day, and sighed in relief when he finally tasted her. "Why don't you ever feel bad for me? I've been alone since we played tag."<br/><br/>It was a true sentiment, and he felt it somewhere in his heart, but if she wasn't taken by the display of the romantic, prodigal friend having found his emotions finally, she would notice there were no real tears in his otherwise flawless performance.