Though it was a forward gesture, Snake wasn’t bothered when Tiras threw his legs across his lap. He wasn’t the type to be easily bothered and they’ve already slept together so feeling some sort of way about the incubus being familiar just seemed silly. Don’t mind Snake casually laying his hands on Tiras’ legs.

“Pad kee mao. Drunken noodles.” Coming up with Thai parents, it’s the cuisine he most preferred. His comfort food, if you will. And he knew a great place that delivered.

“So, uh, what brings you here?”