Sasha will stay for as long as Lev will have them, or until the party is No Seriously For Real Over, whichever comes first. 

(Being held and cuddled and warm and stayed with is. Very good.) 

Lev relaxes and closes his eyes and winds up falling asleep on Sasha's shoulder.

💜 💜. 

"Maybe you should sleep in a bed that was not intended for having sex in?" 

Oh. Yeah. Here's the part where Sasha goes off to fuck someone else. He can already feel the nausea rising up in his stomach.

"That's a good idea," he says, and sits up and starts to look around for his pants.

Sasha finds their clothes and shoes and puts them back on and kisses Lev again. "Your place or mine?" 

Lev contemplates his pants, which are stained with come, and then decides that he can just walk back naked. 

And then he hears what Sasha said and fails to process it for thirty seconds.

"Uh. I could make you breakfast?"

"...being held by you was really nice and I'd like to do more of it?" he tries. "Breakfast sounds good but it's not really the point." 

"Uh. Yeah. We can do that."

Is he dreaming. Is he going to wake up soon. He attempts to pinch himself discreetly.

If Sasha notices the pinching, they don't react. 

They do hold onto Lev's hand (!!!) as they walk. 

Gosh! He's extremely excited about this. 

He kisses Sasha's cheek. 

They pass a woman dressed up as the president with her head and arms in stocks, a sign around her neck that says "RAPE ME ABUSE ME YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO." Judging by the bruises and marks on her thighs and the come drying on her body, a bunch of people have taken her up on it. Her expression is the dazed happiness of someone on a bimbo dose of girl pills. 

They also pass a Green Lantern who put in even less effort than the Darth Vader back at the party, a couple of Disney princesses, two nurses, a police officer with distinctly nonstandard handcuffs, and an Iron Man who at least put effort into the body paint so Sasha will give him full credit. 

He stops and waits at the door to Lev's building, only very reluctantly lets go of Lev's hand. 

Lev puts in the door code and averts his eyes from the enthusiastic crossover fanfiction happening in the hallway.

"If I'd known you were coming," he says, "I would have cleaned up my apartment. So uh. Be warned."

"I will consider myself to have been warned." 

Lev has a studio apartment: a kitchenette with a microwave, a hot plate, a fridge and a sink overflowing with dirty dishes; a chair and a desk; a bed. There is probably a floor under all of the clothes, empty food wrappers, laptops, miscellaneous chargers, half-full bags of rice or jars of peanut butter, papers, pens, books, sex toys, towels,  paper towel rolls, and boxes of paperclips. The mess on the bed is mostly books, papers, laptops, and chargers; there's a little nest in the middle of it just large enough for Lev to sleep. 

Sasha is just going to find a place to stand and stand there while Lev clears the bed off. 

He shoves all the shit on the bed onto the floor and says, "Uh. Sorry. I'm. --People don't normally come over here."

Sasha flops onto the bed as soon as there's space for them. "It's fine. — maybe my place next time, though." 

"...next time?"

"You're very good for snuggling," they say, in lieu of attempting an actual explanation of what they're thinking. 

"Thank you! I have... zero practice."

He sits on the bed next to Sasha in a position where he's touching him as little as possible.

That is not cuddling. That is, in fact, the opposite of cuddling. Sasha is going to have to fix this. 

Eeeeeeeeeee.

There is almost nothing that Lev misses about being on pills but he's a little sad that he isn't gearing up to fuck (...or attempt to fuck) Sasha right now. Refractory periods: terrible. 

Oh good snuggling. (Oh good Lev likes them.) 

(They could be getting fucked but it would kind of defeat its own point, wouldn't it.) 

"Uh. Be warned that I don't really. Um. Talk to people very much? So I'm not sure if I'm good company at all. Unless you want to hear about the genetics of sexual orientation or something. Or learn about depression. Or eating disorders!"