Killian was definitely not in the right state of mind, as he was actually tempted to accept Flower Boy's offer. He didn't even know why he was even thinking about accepting it, Killian, the deadly leader of a fierce street gang didn't just take naps. That was something a baby would do.

But the more Ian looked at the couch, the heavier his eyelids grew. Ian truly needed this nap, no matter how much he denied it. "I-I guess so, I don't want to be a bother though. I've already stolen all of your fruit." He gestured to the empty plate in front of him, he was such a horrible host. This was literally his house, yet it seemed like Flower Boy was the host, and Ian the guest.

Rhys shrugged easily, "Well, I don't need to use the couch, so it's not causing me any issues." He stood you collect the plate, and bring it to the kitchen, "And I am glad to have company. I promise you - it isn't a bother. Please, Ian - rest for a little while."

He rinsed off the dish and set it by the sink to be added in the next dish washer cycle. Rhys continued to do quiet things in the kitchen, trying to give Ian space, and help him feel more comfortable about sleeping.

Killian placed his head in his hands, nodding to Flower Boy's words but saying nothing. He knew that it was in his best interest to sleep, as he hadn't gotten enough of it at all in the past few days. But he wasn't sure if he truly should. What if someone attacked while he slept? He'd be dead meat that was for sure, but if he didn't at least nap now, then he didn't know when he'd have the chance to again.

With a sigh, he heaved himself off the chair and over to the couch, walking lik a zombie. Without any warning, he just plopped onto it, face first, and promptly fell asleep with a content expression.

ts?

Hm okay. Should you start or me?

you, please? (if you don't mind)

Okey.))

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Ian awoke with a small groan, sitting up slowly, and stretching his limbs. Looking for his phone, he picked it up and checked the time, a gasp of surprise speeding past his lips. He'd slept for six hours. Immediately he stood up, realizing that he probably had somewhere to be, but black dots drifted into his vision and before he knew it he had called back onto the couch. "Shit," he cursed quietly, running a hand through his messy hair. How the hell had he let himself sleep for that long? It wasn't like him to be so stupid and to take such a risk.

Rhys heard the muffled and quiet sounds Ian was making from the living room, and got up from his bed. He had already eaten and washed dishes, then retired to his room for a while to read. It had been peaceful, and Rhys figures that Ian really needed sleep, so he didn't bother waking the other man up.

Peaking into the room, Rhys took note of what was going on, then went to the kitchen, "Seems like you needed some rest," Rhys remarked, his tone light - unbothered, "I made some alfredo pasta that I'm not going to be able to finish-" A lie. Rhys always had room for pasta, "-So if you want that, you are more than welcome to have some."

The instinctual reaction to fry Flower Boy with electricity was something Killian had to force down by pure will. Both because he wasn't used to anyone other than Avery being there when he woke up, and because that this guy had let him pass out on the couch. Ian hadn't really needed it, yes he'd been absolutely exhausted, but he only ever slept when he knew he wasn't needed, when he knew that there wouldn't be any attacks. The thought made his eyes widen and his hand dove for his back pocket, where his phone was.

After a moment, an audible sigh of relief escaped his mouth, no messages or calls. Which meant that nothing too bad had happened, or everyone was dead or dying and couldn't contact him at all. Ian dismissed the thought immediately though, as he knew that any attack that he wasn't present for would result in an immediate, urgent text from one of his gang members telling him to get his ass over there.

Once Ian decided that he didn't need to stand up and get the hell out of there, he actually responded to Flower Boy's words. "Can't believe you let me pass out on the couch, something bad could've happened and I would have missed it all." Ian pushed his hair out of his eyes before continuing, though his voice seemed a tad lighter than it'd been before. "Thank you though, and I really shouldn't. I've literally already eaten most of your food, I can ask Av- I can make something when I get home."

Ian cursed at himself, Avery was technically a secret to most of the world. If other gangs knew Avery and Ian were partners... well Avery's life would become much, much harder. They were such an amazing person, and they could never make it in Ian's ruthless world of pain and death. Avery had already seen a good portion of it, and they already wanted nothing to do with it. Ian completely respected that, and kept Avery's name out of his mouth when in public. That went even for Flower Boy, who already knew too much.

Rhys finished putting the pasta in a Tupperware and left the kitchen, holding it out to Ian with a glare that said take my pasta now, "I figured you big and spooky gang-person would have their ringer on. And I didn't let you pass out - I purposely created a situation in which you would take a nice rest because honestly? You look dead on your feet and didn't seem to be in any place mentally to stop yourself for a moment."
Rhys narrowed his eyes at Ian, assessing him. He seemed to be at least a little more rested, and he had also eaten some fruit, and hopefully pasta as well. It appeared that there was another person close to Ian - maybe a significant other, sibling, or good friend - that he lived with, but on the off chance that the person wasn't able to make food, then at least Ian would have something. Mentioning this would most likely end up with Rhys running from Ian in fear, though, so he would remain silent and pretend the slip up never happened, "You see," Rhys put one hand on hip, "I don't really trust you enough to eat on your own. Throw it away or whatever once you leave, but consider my soft and sensitive normal-person emotions before you completely reject my food." Rhys winced, "That wasn't nice of me. Sorry. But it would make me feel better if you took something. Please?"