Kankri== Take Cronus home.

Cronus was in no state to be driving, and as much as you hated driving, you knew you had to take him home. Thankfully, he wasn't that much different when he was drunk, and he actually seemed to be more relaxed. He told you that you could use his car, which wasn't that helpful considering you were going to do that anyway, no matter how triggering it could've been.

After a few minutes of stressful driving and bad anxiety, you had successfully made your way back to Cronus's house.

After making sure he had made his way to his bedroom, you sighed softly. You were relieved to be alone, because you had to think about what Cronus said. Which might not even be valid considering he was as drunk as a person can possibly be without dying or passing out. Somehow, he managed to keep his speech unslurred, but you had never heard his accent so strong before.

You knew he would be cranky when he woke up, for he would have a hella bad hangover. Nobody drinks that much whiskey and makes it through to the next morning unscaved. After a few minutes of deep thinking, you found yourself falling asleep on the couch. You didn't mind this, and allowed yourself to do so, considering it was one in the morning.

Timeskip – Morning

You were woken up the next morning with Cronus snuggled into your side, and you wondered how both of you had managed to fit on the leather sofa. You didn't remember Cronus coming to sleep with you in the middle of the night, but you were usually a heavy sleeper. He was still asleep, and you couldn't blame him, part of you wished he would stay asleep all day, for he would not be happy upon waking up. You just sat there and stared at the ceiling, stealing a few glances of him as he slept with his face resting on your chest. Even if you wanted to move, or get up, you couldn't, for his arms and legs were intertwined with yours. How in the hell did he manage to commit such hardcore snuggling without waking me up? That question would go forever unanswered, but you honestly didn't care for once. Sure, it was a bit triggering waking up to your hungover crush all up on you, but part of you was happy that this situation had found its way into your life.

Cronus was cute when he slept, and you had never seen his face that peaceful before, and you wondered if he was having one of those deep sleeps with no dreams.

That type of sleep was always nice, and you never woke up confused as you tried to remember the broken dream you'd had.

After about half an hour of lying there, or at least that's what it felt like, Cronus started to stir.

He let out a soft groan and raised a hand to massage his right temple. You could practically feel the headache he was having right now.

"Fuuuck." He yawned, but still hadn't opened his eyes yet.

Surprisingly, he snuggled back into you, pouting a bit, "Kanny please don't move you're really warm."

Apparently he had remembered coming to you in the middle of the night and engulfing your tiny body in his arms, which led you to wonder about what else he remembered.

"Okay," your answer was simple, but it was enough to reassure him that he could go back to sleep. In all honesty, you didn't really want to be stuck here with nothing to do much longer. It wasn't that you minded being this close to Cronus, it was that you were starting to get bored out of your mind, and you weren't quite comfortable to let your thoughts drift off, for you found yourself thinking about Cronus more and more, it was almost like he was a fire in your mind. He engulfed your brain with himself without even knowing it while he ran wild. He was the good type of fire though, the type that is innocent and necessary. He was not the type of fire that demanded destruction to feed his hunger.

He was a calm fire, the type or fire that respected the boundary of rocks around its burning flames, the type that cooked your food and kept you warm when you went camping.

You took your phone out and tried to distract yourself from the boredom that made your mind ache, and time seem to slow down, making every second seem like a minute, and every minute seem like an hour. You spent the next hour on Tumblr, ranting about things that triggered you as well as equality and social justice.

Cronus had started to stir again, but he seemed to be in less pain, or he was just covering it up.

Eventually after a few groans of protest, he sat up, untangling his legs from yours and forcing himself to stand up. At first you had thought that he was going to fall, for when he managed to make himself stand on two feet, he swayed a bit as if he were a tower too tall for its own good. He managed to regain his balance and walked into the kitchen, dragging his feet and causing a soft scuffing sound to pollute the air.

"Hey Kanny," his voice was raw and deep from sleepiness.

"Yes?" You stood up and followed him into where he was into the kitchen, finding him in a flamboyant cooking apron. You wrinkled your forehead in confusion, for you had expected him to be more grumpy and all over the place with his hangover. You could tell he was in pain from the weak expression on his face, but otherwise he seemed normal.

"What do you want to eat?"

You stared at him a bit, not knowing how to respond to this, for you were honestly surprised by how normal he was able to act.

He must've put two and two together, for he answered your question that you never asked, "I still have hangovers, I just got used to em' all those times I passed out in the living room and woke up the next day a cranky mess. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll fix it for ya'"

You sat down at the dining room table that was conveniently located in the kitchen instead of in a separate room. "I am perfectly capable of making my own breakfast." You crossed your arms softly, feeling a bit irritated for reasons you weren't quite sure of.

"Kankri. I'm making breakfast, now tell me what you want." He was just as equally sassy as you were to him.

"Pancakes." You just said something so he would stop asking you.

"I'll make you pancakes but if you don't eat them there will be consequences." He waved a spatula at you and turned the stove on, starting to make the batter as the stovetop heated up.

After a few minutes of super-fine cooking and ten super-awesome pancakes later, you and Cronus had finished breakfast. He hadn't eaten much, probably from the hangover, but you however, ate as many as you could. His pancakes were the best thing you've ever tasted.

He put an unlit cigarette in his mouth and leaned back in his chair, dark circles under his eyes ass he looked at the ceiling.

"You know Kanny, I do remember, I told you I would."

You pouted a bit, still being in a pissy mood. "Remember what…"

He sighed, realizing that he'd have to say it, and sat up reluctantly to face you. "What I said while I was drunk, I remember, I remember every word and I meant it, too. That's what."

You didn't really know what to say, but your gaze softened and he smiled at you, which made you realize how much of a little piss-ant you were being. You often had the tendency to do that.

"You know what Kanny?" He didn't give you any time to respond, apparently he was going to tell you anyway. "I think you are the cutest little shit I've ever met. No wonder I had a crush on you for so long."

You blushed a bit and quickly pulled the neck of your sweater over your mouth and nose in attempt to hide your flusterment.

"No, chief, you can't do that." He leaned over the table and gently pulled the protective shell of your sweater off your face, revealing a bright candy red blush. For a few seconds he just looked into your eyes, which made your blush grow deeper with every passing minute. You wanted to look away, for your face was now uncomfortably hot. He leaned in closer to your face and your lips collided. It was a slow, passionate kiss. At first you didn't kiss back, but now the both of you were full on making out. Cronus pulled away and smirked softly, leaning back in his chair, leaving you to be a flustered mess.

"I— You—"

"I love you too, Kanny."

That was actually what you were going to say, and you felt a bit bad for not being able to say it. Cronus's phone went off, and it had been left on the dining room table where you left it the night before. He picked it up and froze, just staring at the screen.

"What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat a bit, "You know that call I got a while ago?"

"Yes…?" You wondered what was happening, and got up to peer over his shoulder at what he could be looking at.

"Well, apparently it was my brother, and he claims he was 'just joking' and got worried when he heard that I was real messed up from one of his friends."

You couldn't tell whether he was angry, frustrated, or just plain upset.

"Who was it that told him?"

"I'll ask." You watched as he quickly texted his brother back, and you noticed the number wasn't saved, from this you concluded he probably didn't have a great relationship with his brother.

His phone buzzed, and you couldn't see what it said before Cronus locked his phone and looked up at you, he didn't seem upset, but he looked like he just solved a puzzle.

"Karkat."

"What about him?"

"It was Karkat."

You stood up straight and thought for a moment. All those times Karkat was up in his room skyping someone, or blushing and laughing on the phone, you thought it was safe to assume that they might be dating.

"That explains a lot to be honest."

His phone buzzed again and he unlocked it, checking the message. He frowned, and started to look very frustrated.

"He wants me to visit him."

You crossed your arms and looked down at him, for you were sitting, and he was still standing. "You should probably go."

"I think your right, chief. We should go." He put emphasis on the 'we' and grinned a bit.

"Oh, no no no no." You waved your arms a bit, letting him know how much you didn't want to be dragged into this.

"Oh, yes yes yes yes."

You started to whine, "Cronus, please…"

He stood up and pulled you into his hips. "Kankri, please…" He whined back, and you found this position very triggering. Blush quickly spread across your face, but you didn't push him away. He smiled and let you go, picking up both your plates and going over to then sink to wash them, "thanks babe."

You snorted, being displeased with how easily you gave in.

"When does he want you to visit?" You crossed your arms, still standing in the same spot you were before.

"Today." He shrugged a bit and continued washing dishes, and it dawned on you that he was still shirtless and wearing a flamboyant apron. Maybe that's why you were so easily persuaded.

"Today?!" You didn't expect that, in fact, you hadn't really expected any of this.

"Yep, and were going. Go get ready." He rinsed the soap off your plates and placed them on the drying rack before turning around and crossing his arms.

"Fine…" You turned around and walked to the direction of his shower, not caring if you had any clean clothes.

This day was going to go by very slow, and you were worried about what might happen between now and tonight.