[Dylas doesn't get hangovers, either, because he doesn't drink as much as Johnny does. There was definitely alcohol involved—he keeps his fridge stocked for Johnny, after all, but someone had to be more sober between them.
At some point during his night out, he must've run into Dylas at the restaurant, which is reason enough for them to go home and drink together.
Dylas is fine with it. He wouldn't let Johnny into his bed if he didn't trust the man, so drinking enough to lose some inhibitions and seeing where things fall isn't a bad way to do things, he just remembers a bit more of it than Johnny does.
His ears flick up when he's spoken to. He's awake. He mutters something against his pillow and arm before he leans back.]
Oh. Good. You're still here.
[He likes it more when they wake up together. Unfortunately for Johnny, Dylas almost definitely has a crush on him.]
We're in my apartment.
[He's either joking that Johnny drank so much the night before that he might not remember walking home with Dylas, or he's being sincere in trying to paint him a better picture.]
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At some point during his night out, he must've run into Dylas at the restaurant, which is reason enough for them to go home and drink together.
Dylas is fine with it. He wouldn't let Johnny into his bed if he didn't trust the man, so drinking enough to lose some inhibitions and seeing where things fall isn't a bad way to do things, he just remembers a bit more of it than Johnny does.
His ears flick up when he's spoken to. He's awake. He mutters something against his pillow and arm before he leans back.]
Oh. Good. You're still here.
[He likes it more when they wake up together. Unfortunately for Johnny, Dylas almost definitely has a crush on him.]
We're in my apartment.
[He's either joking that Johnny drank so much the night before that he might not remember walking home with Dylas, or he's being sincere in trying to paint him a better picture.]