hunter.

Hunter could laugh at him freely. He was a blunt && to the point person. Laughing at someone was nothing new. What was new was caring for the person’s outcome. Needing to know that Blaine was okay was just as important as his own entertainment, maybe even more so. A thought he wouldn’t dare spend another second on. Without realizing it, Hunter’s hand went to Blaine’s side, securing that he was going to be okay. “Try to go slow next time. This isn’t a drink for chugging, simple mistake.” he shrugged off the incident before guiding them both to the couch. “Sit && let your mouth recover. You can have the next drink once you’re alright. — Really, are you alright?”

Blaine was grateful for the hand at his side and leaned into it without a second thought.  Though he was sure that he shouldn’t feel the contact send a wave of chills out so far they spread across the small of his back and his belly from the outline of Hunter’s hand–he quickly brushed off the thought and let himself be lead to the couch.  “Thanks, I’ll go easier next time.  Just the last time I drank?  Tasting what was in the glass wasn’t the priority.  Especially with the mix of everything in there.  It was sort of better not to.”  Another dab at his lips and he felt his face heat up at the question.  How badly did he react if it was enough to provoke that level of concern? His chuckle shook his shoulders and made him smile wide more than made any sound.  “My pride is more bruised than my throat.  So, yeah.  I’m okay.  Promise.  Thanks for asking.”