(tilting his head. he smiles a little, taking mike's hand.) you're too sweet.

(he squeezes his hand.) i'm being a lot more careful.

(grinning, a little excited.) really? oh, man, i've been so bored..

..... loosens collar, looking Away.. phew.

"what? um—" COUGHS.. "uh, you talkin' to me?"

a quick look around. he then gives the man a sheepish look. "uh. yeah. of course. um..."

he clears his throat; straightens up. "delano. journalist," he crosses his arms. meeting the other's irritated glare with a grin. "and you?"

i need him

"whoa. wasn't even in the way." fiesty.. del tilts his head. "c'mon, not even a name?"

sorry for being such a bitch i’m overstimulated

call me bisexual the way i

oh, shit! he wasn't expecting anyone to be in— still, delano fakes an air of confidence. "i'm here for an interview," he says, matter-of-fact, like the notepad in hand was enough to give it away.

delano's delighted to see him, as he always is — the embrace is taken with a laugh. he leans in, even with the cheeky look on his face, "but i'm reading!" hardly.. just some tabloid to pass the time.

yeah - it's hard to turn down the rare occasion. del grins, tossing the magazine to the wayside to throw his arms around him. "okay, okay, fine. just for you, princess." he's entirely too fond of the ironic pet names.

"is there something in the water?" he giggles, pecking mike's cheek. it's endearing — usually, mike's too tired for the excessive affection del craves. so this is always a treat. "i love you too."

"poor thing." he snakes a hand into mike's hair and ruffles it, beaming with adoration. his smile softens. "i will. forever n' ever."

he lets him - delano gives him a slight squeeze. "i love you too, mike. i'm not gonna leave." another peck, this time to his forehead. "promise."

i want you