A couple of months pass, in that time, Raven and Kyley-B hang out and text often. It seems, the bonds broken have been reforged, neither shies away from the darkness within the other. On their days off, they are nigh inseparable. Kyley-B has gained his own apartment, it's relatively small, only a one bedroom, and the laundry is in the basement of the place, while his apartment is on the third floor, but it's a start. If not with the goths on their days off, the two alternate whose house they sit at and play games or partake in other leisure activities. Therapy continues to go well for them both, it seems, the pain of the separation has dissipated.

Raven and Kyley-B are sitting in Raven's apartment, in the living room, drinking some Jack and Coke, occasionally swiping some vodka and fruit juice of their choice. They're gaming, laughing, having fun. Both are rather drunk. Maybe that's why when Raven is looking at his red headed friend he doesn't hesitate to press lips to the other man's. The pressure was returned and then Kyley-B was climbing into the dark haired boy's lap, their lips smashed together still. Kyley-B's warm, tanned hands slowly explored the pale skinned Raven's stomach, unconsciously grinding his hips into the other man's. Raven's response was to grind back, his arms snaking around the red head, holding him close.

Many hours later, Kyley-B awakens, his head is pounding and he feels vaguely nauseous. It takes him a few minutes but he realizes he's completely naked, vaguely sticky from sweat and in a bed not his own, covered by a sheet, also not his own. It's black. He furrows his brow, trying to remember why the color would be important. Slowly, it dawns on him and he glances around the room, Raven isn't present, but their clothes are strewn from the doorway to the bed. He swallows thickly, his head pounding furiously as his stomach threatens to loose its contents.

Raven pads back into the room, in sweats but no shirt.
Rubbing his eyes, Kyley-B asks his friend if he has any headache medication.
After Raven tells him where to find it and offers use of the bathroom and to wash their clothes from the previous evening, he's gone again. Leaving the red head to his thoughts.

He slowly gets to his feet, the nausea doesn't improve or get worse, so he slowly makes his way to the dresser to grab some pants and then he goes to the bathroom. He uses the toilet first then turns on the shower and steps beneath the spray. His eyes fall closed as the water warms him. The water thudding is like thunder though, so he doesn't linger as long as usual, he merely washes, wondering about why his ass feels tender. And then he sees light yellowing bruises on his hips and what looks like bite marks across his chest. He's frozen, flashes from the previous night, Raven atop him, him atop Raven. Moans.

He shuts his eyes, not that it helps.
He finishes his shower and after drying off, he pulls the borrowed sweats on.

Wandering into the kitchen, he spies the headache medicine and water next to the sink. He takes the medication gratefully, before going to gingerly sit upon the couch in the living room.
Raven asked if he was all right, he only grunted at his former super best friend in response, actually talking wasn't on the menu yet.

Silence began to stretch between them as they sit in the living room, he's plagued by memories of the previous night, Raven made the first move. He let go, and reacted.

Raven sipped his own water as they sat in silence, eventually, he heard the washer finish and he went to put the clothes into the dryer.
When he came back, Kyley-B was staring at him.

"How are you feeling?" Raven asked him.

"Hungover. Sore. Do you remember last night?"

"I remember drinking and gaming with you, after that...," Raven trails off with a shrug.

"The rest is mostly black, I didn't think I got that drunk," he continues, "I don't drink much anymore."

Kyley-B grimaces, "I don't make a habit of it either. It's mostly black for me too."

The red head groans and hangs his head.

The silence stretches between them once more, the only sounds the dryer in the other room and their sipping of water.

Once his clothes are finished, he changes and says he's going to go home, he needs more sleep. Raven tells him later, and Kyley-B leaves his friend's apartment.

His headache has lessened. He's going to sleep. Soon. Not yet. He snaps Ike, a worried expression on his face, "Dude... I think I slept with Raven"

It doesn't take long, but Ike responds with a surprised look then a grin, "Awesome!"

"No, not awesome. We were both really fucking drunk. He made the first move."

"Yeah so? Haven't you guys been hot for each other since you were younger?"

"So what if he only did it because he was drunk? What if ... I don't know man"

"Ask him"

"It's not that easy"

"Why not?"

Kyley-B resists the very, very strong urge to throw his phone into the street. Ike has a point. He always does. He wants to freak out about it. He is, reeling, but..., in honesty..., he had always wanted this. He never told Raven of his feelings, of course.
That was..., why when he got so fucking depressed when Wendy left him the last time..., it felt like he doubly lost his best friend. He thought he would maybe, finally be able to have more time with him, but then he got a whole new friend group, and he blew up at his super best friend, and then..., he moved out to Jersey.

He sent another snap to Ike, "I want to do something self-destructive"

Ike sends a question mark.

"I want to. I recognize it. But... where do i go from here?"

"You're the one in therapy dude"

"fuck you"

"xD"

"im home now, im going to bed. snap me later"

And with that, Kyley-B stuffed his phone in his pocket and opened the door to his apartment. It was modest really, not the best, not the worst. Green painted walls for most of the place. He locked the front door behind him and kicked off his shoes before going to his bed room and flopping on to the bed.
The urge to do something self-destructive was still there. But he was exhausted. He found the charger for his phone and plugged it in before flopping back onto the mattress.

He would nap, he decided. That was mildly self-destructive right?