#rare instance of rusprus not being insane

[the-heaminator]

"its no big deal" and "stay please" in one oneshot

A sad little mysh

A drunk Gilbert was one of two things, one of three things really but i am lumping the first two together but this is not the time to be pedantic.

Anyways.

A drunk Gilbert was either happy, horny, loud as the devil and about as horny, or he was quiet, still, silent. It was not common for gilbert to be like that, even sober, he was a man of movement, of work, of barely restrained energy that he now didn't know how to spend anymore.

But if he was still, something had gone wrong. No one noticed, at this stage of the party it would be foolish to even consider that half of the partygoers would realise a Category 5 earthquake was happening with how drunk they were.

Very few were sober, and of those who were, 3/4 of them were fucking someone's brains out. Ivan was too until about three minutes ago when Alfred physically and actively passed out under him.

He had found it strange that Gilbert hadn't lined up for him, and went to go find that little albino bastard. Found him quiet in a corner, observing, watching, filing, categorizing.

Gilbert was only like this while at war, with another country or his own mind, it didn't matter. But wat did matter was that he was fighting.

And he was in no state to do that right about now .

"Gilbert, old friend." They were not, Ivan was tipsy "Why you look like someone blew mortar up your ass?"

"It-it's nothing Braginsky, fuck yourself would you?"

"mmm, no, no time, people want me to fuck them."

"Then go do it."

"No, you, mysh, sad. What is it?"

"I said it was nothing Braginsky."

"Then I go!" He moved to get up, not realising that Gilbert had started to lean on his soft chest. Gilbert himself didnt realise it till the warmth was gone.

"Wait! No, no, do not. Stay please!" He wasn't entirely sure what possessed him to say that, he didn't trust the big lug, not by a long shot, but he needed him right now. In a way words couldn't explain.

"You are strange mysh, but fine. No big deal.

And there they sat, Ivan got the pleasure of sobering up in the house and not in prison for once, and Gilbert, Gilbert. Ivan's little mouse, had fallen asleep, he did not speak once after that, even as Ivan kept saying things for no apparent reason. No one was talking to him.

He didn't know why Ivan was making him feel safe, but he was. And for once.

For once it was okay.