Sasha is... maybe not super clear on where the line between "kissing" and "beyond that" is; he doesn't put his hands up Lev's shirt again, but he does rub their bodies together, pull Lev closer, bite very gently at Lev's lower lip. 

All of those things are fine!

Lev pulls Sasha's hair. 

Sasha moans and gasps — almost exactly the way Lily does; his hair is softer but it curls around Lev's fingers exactly the same — and definitely does not discourage this. 

"God, it's such a waste."

"Hm?" 

"It would be really nice to have a threesome with you and Lily, but I'm not going to stay in Milliways long enough to fall in love with you, and without that it... wouldn't work."

...his experience of love does not generally include things like "time," but if it works for Lev. 

He nods and tries to stand up and promptly falls. 

Lev has an arm around his shoulder helping him up.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I just can't balance really at all, I'm — not really sure why." 

"That's-- odd, have you seen a doctor about it?"

"I've asked. She clucked her tongue a lot and suggested a surge that didn't help, and I didn't go back." 

"Surge?"

"Surgery. People mostly use them for cosmetic stuff, there's a thing lots of people are doing with their eyes right now, but they still exist for medical purposes. This one just — I can't tell if it made things worse or not but it didn't help." 

"I guess even the utopian future has untreatable neurological problems and incredibly unhelpful doctors."

"I guess," he agrees. Maybe they should sit down and then Sasha can cuddle Lev. 

"Milliways has private rooms, we might want to go up to one of those instead of being all PDA-y in front of the other customers."

"The extent to which I can handle stairs is. Limited." 

"There are rooms on the first floor."

"Then yes, let's." 

He'll keep leaning on Lev some, but while they're moving it's much easier to lean on walls and chairs. 

Fortunately, Lev likes it when Sasha leans on him!

He obtains a room key from the bar and then they have a little hotel room with a desk and a giant soft bed. 

He flops backwards onto the extremely soft bed. He has spent kind of a lot of time in soft beds recently but hopefully it'll be different when there's someone else there with him. 

Lev puts his head on Sasha's shoulder and pets his hair. "Tell me about where you're from?"

"I'm not really sure where to start — there's a thing lots of people are doing with their eyes right now, getting little jewel flecks implanted? They're not actual stone, obviously, but designed to look like that, I think it's kind of creepy looking but that's fashion I guess. You can't get surgeries for non-medical reasons until you're a Pretty, and it's mostly New Pretties that do that kind of thing — I think it's that everyone's getting their first taste of being able to do whatever they want to their face all at once so everyone kind of eggs each other on — is that the kind of thing you mean?" 

Lev kisses his temple. "You're smart, I like listening to you talk. You and Lily both have a-- way of approaching things?-- that is really interesting. So you could probably talk about anything and I'd like to hear about it."

"...thank you." He's glowing. "I don't think anyone's ever told me that. — I wouldn't necessarily know if someone had, though, my memory is kind of fucked."