"Let me get this straight. The keys to where I live are not free for you to use whenever you please. I'm giving you these so you'll stop picking my locks all the time."

"If you're lonely you should just say so."

"I'm not lonely."

"Well not now, roomie."

"I'll kill you."

"There's no doubt in my mind, sweetie."

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When Nick settles in underneath the covers of his ridiculously comfy bed he tries with all his might to forget about the uninvited guest who's currently located in the kitchen, and focus on falling asleep instead.

After tossing and turning a couple of times on the mattress and finding that perfect little groove Nick finally manages to fall asleep, chest moving up and down with his breaths and soft noises dropping from his parted lips. Without a care in the world he sleeps and dreams, without the knowledge of Jaque raiding the cabinets for possibly stocked away booze.

After an hour or two, listening to the police sirens underneath the window, Jaque suddenly grew tired of whatever was inside the almost empty bottle he had retrieved from the top of one of the cupboards. There was still another hour left until the bar closed, and then another 30 minutes would pass before the bartender would walk through the door. In the hunt of some sort of change he headed to the bedroom, taking a few steps alongside the bed, carefully not to wake either the man or the dogs up. He could cut Nick’s sleep short, but didn’t really have a reason to. He wasn’t near being drunk enough to feel the need of having a conversation with some guy he sometimes could barely stand. He instead sat down some distance away from the bed, proceeding with his drinking while reflecting about the younger.
Yeah, he really couldn’t stand him in the end. Not at all, sober or not.

Nick is innocently unaware about the alchoholic beverages being consumed by the intruding man, by him sneaking through the hall towards the bedroom, and by him pressing down the handle to the door to enter. He continues on sleeping, both dogs tucked comfortably in their beds on the floor, not noticing the shift on the mattress as Jaque takes a seat on the bed.

He just sleeps, the blanket covering half his delicate body. His pale skin almost glows by the window letting the street lights and night sky shine in through its glass. He looks smaller now. Fragile, even. What with the almost-stranger currently sitting on the edge of the bed and the bad rep he's got with him.

He had met his share of people that didn't exactly enjoy his presence. He was used to it, liked it even. Still, just like any other breathing, thinking and living human being he had those who's company /he/ preferred. He would never admit to it, of course, but he did create some sort of fascination when it came to a handful of carefully selected people. Sylvester was one of them, and he had been one of them for a very long time. One reason behind the fascination was specifically the guttural hate the man had for him at times. When he destroyed things, said things that shouldn't have been said and intentionally brought up subjects that were better off hidden and forgotten. When he did inappropriate things, like breaking into Sylvester and his boyfriends apartment, drinking their alcohol and intruding on the boyfriends personal space.
Sylvester would soon come home, probably scream at him, grab him, maybe hurt him. In the end that was exactly how it was supposed to be, that was exactly how it always had been, 'cause when it came to Jaque's handful of carefully selected people, Sylvester was the one he wanted a reaction from the most. It didn't matter what kind of reaction. Hate had always been better than indifference.
So he sat there, watching, contemplating. He never thought Sylvester would end up with someone like Nick. Even less did he think he would have the chance to see Sylvester happy, all because of someone else.
As the minutes emptied the bottle the animals to the side started to wake up, feel someone near as Jaque sat there. They would surely react to his presence, but worry about that matter didn't hit him. He instead remained, watching them come to life as the man in the bed stayed still.