#but just imagine sjahwjfhfn

[panchulien]

A slightly tipsy Nikolai pouring his heart out to an equally tipsy Laswell who is starting to regret taking up Niks offer for a drink, because Nikolai hasn't shut up about Price ever since they started downing shot glasses. The man is damn near about to sob, with how emotional he's gotten over Price, reminiscing about their shared past, crying about how much he loves him but it's probably not even reciprocated, that John would never look at him that way, and further sobbing into his glass.

What Laswell is forgetting is that, she actually called John to join too, and he's actually standing right beside the door, completely shocked after the things he's heard. He's torn between wanting to leave and pretend he heard none of it, and joining them for a drink while also pretending he just didn't hear his best friend confess how much he wants him. He's fucking screaming on the inside. His heart is trying to claw out of his chest. Its going to be a long night.

The sheer look of horror Laswell has on her face when they lock eyes as John enters through the door is priceless, though, he'll give her that.

(Nikolai bursting into tears when he sees John, throwing himself at him and squeezing him in a hug while he babbles about what a good man John is while barely containing his excitement. He isn't even aware how much he's confessed so far. Price is about to pass out on the spot. This can't be happening. The man he's spent his years yearning over is now confessing that he wants him. Price wants to die.)