Closeness was all Vegas wanted. He didn't care about the mess between them or the fact that they'd probably need to get fresh bedding and fresh clothes before sleeping. He just crushed Pete against him, regardless of it all, basking in everything he was: the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, the scent of him... And -- oh! -- how perfect he looked with that fucked out look making his eyes hazy and his face slack.

Fucking gorgeous.

"I'll always take care of you," he promised in the same quiet tone.