"Fansite guy's your boyfriend? --Nope, let's go to my apartment before we explain anything."

"Fansite guy's my boyfriend. I'm a little inured to weirdness at this point. Good idea." 

Sasha holds Lev's hand a little bit tighter than he needs to. 

Lev is terrified by literally every aspect of this!

"Okay, so, fansite guy's your boyfriend, he has some emergency at 1am that means that he has to show up in my apartment, and-- I'm going to have to figure out the logistics of employing a fifteen-year-old--?"

"The emergency's kind of ongoing — Lev, do you want to tell him or should I —" 

Lev's face is buried into Sasha's shoulder. He makes an upset noise.

He hugs Lev. "Hey, shhh, it's going to be okay, I've got you — his parents are really anti-mutant, to the point that he was worried about them killing him if they found out." 

"Okay, yeah, fuck that. He can stay in my apartment for now and-- I don't know anything about how getting abused kids out of their homes works, worst-case scenario I'll drop half a million dollars on the police commissioner's reelection campaign so he'll overlook me having a runaway--"

Okay. Okay. He holds Lev a little tighter, puts a hand on Lev's hair. "See, Lev, it's going to be okay — we've got you —" 

Lev is not moving his head away from Sasha's shoulder.

"He seems really frightened of me so I'm going to leave and talk about things in the morning when he's less frightened but if there's anything he needs right now I can do it."

"Food, probably, the mutant power means he needs to eat a lot and he's been hiding it, but I can find your kitchen. Lev?" 

"Mrrrmph."

"--Actually," Asher says, "JARVIS. Give Sasha and fansite guy things they need."

A cultured British voice says, "Yes, sir."

"JARVIS is an AI," Asher says, "and I'd really like to explain this but I think fansite guy would be way, way happier if I went back to bed. If you have any questions, ask him."

He nods. "Thank you. Goodnight." 

He's just going to keep holding Lev and petting his hair until Lev indicates that he would like Sasha to be doing something else. 

As soon as Asher is definitely gone, Lev lifts up his head and says, "Food?"

"Food." Sasha can find Asher's kitchen reasonably enough; lots of fast easy snack foods are calorically dense. 

Lev is eating really really fast.

"I love you."

"I love you. I'm so glad I live the kind of life that lets me keep you safe." 

"...I guess I'm glad he doesn't date fifteen-year-olds or living in his house might be kind of scary."

"Even without that he would never in a million years touch you without your permission, but that makes sense." 

"I mean, he wouldn't have to touch me without my permission if staying away from my parents depends on making him happy."

Sasha shakes his head insistently. "He wouldn't put you in that position. I swear to whatever you need me to swear to, he wouldn't." 

"Well, he doesn't want to date fifteen-year-olds, so it doesn't matter."

Lev is looking at a stick of butter with want in his eyes.

He can have it. Sasha gets up to find him more food — there's ice cream in the freezer, Lev can have as much of that as he wants when the butter's gone.