[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe was watching a TV show about the Titanic, laying on his side at the edge of the big bed. Anyone who knew Monroe knew he loved ships, boats, and the water. So a show about the Titanic was something he was bound to watch. He heard Zain come in and smiled to himself.

"In here!" He called, but didn't bother looking away from the TV. He did turn the volume down a bit, not wanting to bother Zain with how loud it was. "There's pizza in the kitchen if you wanna eat." He told him, then yawned, his back still to the door.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain followed the sound of his voice, setting the box down. He put the pup on the bed. "Titanic? Oh, by the way, I bought you a dog." He smirked, but didn't wait for a reply as he wandered back out and found the kitchen, setting his medicine on the counter and snatching up a piece of pizza, taking his time in finally wandering back.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe raised an eyebrow, glancing over. But he was gone. He looked down, and squealed. "OH MY GOD, ZAIN! IT'S SO CUTE!" He screamed, scooping it up. He hugged it close, kissing the top of it's head. He smiled over at him when he walked in, then looked back at the puppy. "It's like a ball of fluff. Oh my God. If you weren't eating I would kiss the fuck out of you right now." He turned over on his other side, letting the little dog stumble across the bed. "I love it. Thank you." He smiled up at him.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain had a stupid grin on his face, already half done with his pizza slice. "Welcome," He murmured. He wasn't sure how serious their relationship would ever be, but something about that particular puppy had pretty much screamed Monroe's name. Not to mention that he felt terribly guilty for almost killing them both last night. He finished his pizza, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe sat up, scooting over to where Zain was sitting. He kissed him deeply, stroking his cheek gently. He pulled away slowly, smiling over at him. "You're the best, you know that? Come lay down and watch my movie with me." He said, scooting back into his spot. He laid on his back, his side starting to hurt from laying on his arm on it. He picked up the little puppy, laying it on his chest. He gently ran his fingers through it's fur, turning his head back to the TV. He wondered if his parents would be mad. But knowing his mom, she would think him and Zain were actually dating. 'Cold day in hell..' He thought, groaning at the puppy.

"Where you going, doggy?" He asked, watching it totter across his chest.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Am I?" He climbed up beside him, still had no shirt and curled up on his side so his brace wasn't so bothersome. He reached over absently after a few minutes, smiled at the dog before turning his attention to the flat screen TV, running his fingers slowly through Monroe's hair.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe sat the puppy down between them, and turned over onto his side. He ran his hand gently over his jaw, watching him as if he might be the most interesting thing in the world. He chewed absently on his lip, relaxing more and more at the feeling of Zain's fingers in his hair. He felt the puppy curl up in the small gap between the two of them. He looked down at it, then back up at Zain with a smile. "I love it. It's so precious."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smiled. "Good, because I saw it and nearly jumped outta the car." A smirk. He leaned close, kissed him softly before glancing back at the movie again, medicine making him somewhat tired. He raised his right arm, studying the braced wrist before lying it back down again.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe kissed him back, gently cupping his cheek. Something about the puppy meant more to him because Zain had given it to him. It was like he had a little piece of him when he wasn't around.

He reached around the back of his neck, undoing the clasp of a necklace he never took off. It was the right half of a heartagram, the only thing he had left of his grandmother. She had gotten it for him just before she died, before Dash was even born. He slipped it around Zain's neck, clasping it in the back. "Just don't go throwing it in the lake when you're pissed at me."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smiled. "I would never dream of it," He murmured softly. He kissed his shoulder gently before craning his neck to study the necklace. He was a bit surprised by it, and yet something about it made them seem more...important to each other. Even if it was never a strickly serious relationship. Something about this showed.. Respect. Showed that somebody actually cared.