Met shivered a little when his back warmed with the feeling of being watched. He resisted looking over his shoulder and stared determinedly at the spot.
Jason leans on Met's shoulder, trying to be assuring as he sits there. His hand tightens gently around the others.
Met leaned his head onto Jason’s shoulder. He felt himself shivering gently as the gaze of someone burned into his back.
Jason hears their order. "Do you want to come with me, baby?" He asks softly.
Met tensed and looked up. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”
"Alright." He gets out of the booth and offers his hand to his lover.
Met grabbed his hand and stood up. “I’m sorry.” He gave a gentle sigh. “I’m pathetic.”
"No you're not, baby." He mutters, kissing the other gently. "Let's go get our food."
Met gave a little nod and followed Jason. What if they hurt him in order to get to me?
Jason laces his fingers through Met's. I hope Met will be okay. I don't know how well I can protect him.
Met heard Jason’s thoughts with a wince. It won’t come to that. I can protect myself… right?
Jason kisses his forehead. I would die for him… He's my everything… seeing him hurt… could I handle that?
Met smiled nervously at his lover, uncomfortable with his back turned on so many people. He won’t see me hurt. Nothing will happen.
He chuckles softly as they receive their food. He nods in thanks before looking at Met. "We should leave."
Met shook his head. “We don’t have to leave because I am uncomfortable.”
Over Met’s shoulder, Jason could spy two women looking over at Met. One had a hungry look in her eyes (the one holding a pretzel) the second had a tactical, careful look on her face.
"I'm getting the creeps too, baby." He mutters, kissing Met's forehead.
Met shifted his weight onto his other foot, leaning his head into Jason. “If you want to, I guess we can.”
Jason nods. "Let's get going." He says gently.
Met squeezed Jason’s hands, his shaking getting a little worse. The stares made him feel incredibly nervous…
“Are we bringing the food?”
"Yeah. Let's go, baby." He noticed Met's shaking. He kisses Met's forehead and starts to walk.
Met nodded and turned after Jason, tailing him shakily. I’ll be okay… I’ll be okay…
As the pair exited the court, the pair of women stood up slowly.
Jason looks at Met, seeing the women out of the corner of his eyes. He takes a breath, starting to walk a little faster.
Met’s breath hitched in his throat as he heard the fine scrapings of the chairs. He lengthened his strides, trying to remember where the exit was.
Jason guides him, knowing this place like the back of his hand. He had heard the chairs scraping as well, and he could obviously sense Met's distress due to how badly the male was shaking.
Met followed Jason like a lost puppy, focusing on his shaking and the fine scuffings of the women’s shoes on the white tile of the mall floors.
It's going to be okay… he takes a breath and calms down.
Met was far from calm. Though Jason being calm did help, he heard the women’s racing plans; plans so disgusting it made him want to retch.
Jason squeezes his hands. They just have to get to the car.
Met swallowed nervously, walking strictly next to Jason. The car the car the car
Jason smiled assuringly towards Met gently fore walking towards the parking lot, making sure not to take a straight path.
