I usually drink. I don't like the taste, but I like the high. But Nick's trying to cut out the booze, so I'm cutting it out to support him.

( he likes sweet drinks. the ones that taste good, that don't burn going down. just not right now. now, he's tipping his head up, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of chris' jawline. )

Flying feels a little misplaced given the crap sitting in my apartment. Beach is great, except I hate getting sand in my clothes. ( sand is messier than he likes to put up with. so oliver just. purses his lips. thinks for a moment. ) You mind being my stress relief for a minute?