<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">The mood turned a bit somber given their point of conversation, but Eivind didn't mind that they were talking about it. There was no reason to bury the unsavory parts just because they were out, eating at a nice restaurant. He didn't like to hear that Blue was at a point in his life that he would have been happy to die, and they should never have been put in a situation where it was their choice in the first place. They both agreed that it would have been wrong to simply dispose of the mess, regardless of their feelings in regards to all of it. They moved along, and Eivind was speaking about work.<br/>
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“I don't have the eye for that sort of thing. I can make the hell out of a table, don't get me wrong, but it's not going to be anything special like that,” Eivind told him, but kudos to the guy who figured it out. They went on to talk about his father, and while Eivind clearly hadn't been very close to him, there didn't seem to be any lingering resentment.<br/>
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“Not much worse than your father hitting you for something you couldn't change. Me, on the other hand, I could have changed. I just didn't care enough to do so,” Eivind said with a shrug. “No telling what he might have said about how I ran across you. It's probably a good thing he's dead.” Eivind snorted, giving a weak smile. He'd processed his death a while ago, and him not being around saved them a great deal of aggravation.<br/>
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“To assholes that never learned another way,” he said and lifted his glass to his dead father, a little mocking, but also meaning it. That was the end of the conversation about his father, and Blue found the silver lining.<br/>
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“Yeah, I guess he saved me a great deal of bullshit,” Eivind decided, though he was pretty sure he was capable of fucking up any potential relationships on his own. Eivind could have hugged Sig when the food arrived. It really did appeal a great deal to the both of them, and Eivind couldn't have been any happier when the place cradling his steak was set down in front of him. When he cut into it, it was perfectly rare. Everything tasted define, and Eivind didn't think he'd have to worry over being hungry again for the entire rest of the night.<br/>
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“It sure as shit beats my cooking,” Eivind said, pouring him another glass of wine to drink with the meal. He was more inclined to let Blue enjoy the second bottle, because he had to drive home. He knew his limit, and he knew he was no where near it, but he preferred to be responsible when it came to matters of Blue's safety.<br/>
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“Werewolves have a higher tolerance to alcohol, did you know that?” Eivind said, leaning forward to tell Blue, like it was a secret.<br/>
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“We have other things though, that are harmless to humans but affect us in funny ways.”<br/>
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Eivind finished his steak, and picked at the sides from the middle of the table rather than transferring portions over to his plate. Once they were both perfectly sated, Eivind figured that would be the end of it, but then the server returned to tempt them into dessert. Eivind took the initiative to order them a single slice of chocolate cake, remembering how Blue had found the chocolate bars important enough to take on one of their impromptu survival missions. He only took one bite himself, but clearly sweets wasn't his things, and he'd put away more food than Blue had. He sipped his wine, watched Blue enjoy, and refilled the young man's glass. They took their time, making conversation over the wine when the dessert was gone. Eivind paid their bill discreetly, tipped well because he appreciated the server followed their queues, but they didn't leave until the second bottle was finished. He helped Blue up, unsure how he'd feel after all that wine, and led him out to the truck with a hand around his back. He helped him into the big vehicle, and then drove them to the hotel. While he was confident he knew where the night may lead, he wasn't expectant, but hopeful. His grin was obvious as he left the elevator. He'd molested a tipsy Blue as soon as the door closed, clinging, kissing, and groping. He looked positively guilty, but no one said anything as they made it to the privacy of their hotel room.<br/>
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Blue's pants were the first thing he reached for, taking care not to rip at them, but to unbutton them properly. His hand went beneath his shirt, and he let the opened pants slide down on Blue's hips. It wasn't until then that he noticed what his young lover was wearing beneath.<br/>
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“When did you get these?” Eivind asked, wondering if he'd just been unobservant. He pushed his pants down further, realizing that he could see everything.<br/>
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“Holy hell,” he growled, touching Blue over the strange mesh material. His fingers ventured lower, pressing between his thighs, checking to see if it was the same material all the way throughout.<br/>
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“You must have been confident in my ability.” Eivind laughed, realizing Blue had to have expected this.</span></span>