I have given up any pretense that this is well done in any way, shape or form; though I believe that pretending like the US has the same rules for casinos as Argentina is the lesser evil here
IX. And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Vegas was a ridiculous idea; something outside of who both of them were, something that simply fell into the category of things to do before dying. But it was fun, it a rushed, kind of way.
The hotel they stayed at had a casino, and Connor knew a bunch about the games, he almost convinced Evan of scamming the place before Evan reminded him that they had to sleep there.
"I mean, we could always go to a different one if that's what you want, I'm not sure why we added this place into the list"
"It was back when I was trying to get you to do stupid shit because I thought you were a good boy"
"Ah, right, that makes sense"
"I really wasn't expecting you to jump at the first chance to break some rules"
"If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to do that before meeting you"
"Aw, are you saying I'm not a bad influence?"
Evan takes a step closer, and Connor feels like something broke between them, something that had been on the edge for too long.
"I think, you're exactly what I needed in my life, but a terrible influence"
And if this is really it, if this is the moment in which this gets solved, then Connor is going to be brash about it, so there's no chance of backing out. He moves even closer, until he feels Evan's breath against his skin, and he lets a hand cradle Evan's face.
"I'm gonna kiss you now"
"Please do"
And then he does, and it's everything, but it's not, it doesn't change anything, and Connor wasn't expecting it to, but it does change things, and it feels like finally, and it's theirs, and it's anything but perfect, but it is.
"You know what we could do here?"
"What?"
"Get married"
"Oh my god"
"But it'd be perfect, because it's you, and it's me, and it won't change anything, but I want something real for however long we have left, and I want it with you"
Evan smiles, a hundred and one emotions cursing through his eyes, and it's a crappy excuse for a confession, but Connor means every word, and that's what matters.
"Ok"
"Yeah?"
"Of course"