They'd drank some. Jibril hadn't drank a lot but enough that he's very tipsy as they make their way back to his apartment. Rhy keeps kissing him, hands on his waist and hips and it is heating Jibril's skin, his face flushing more than it had from the alcohol alone. He stumbles back against a wall down the hall from the door to his apartment, a laugh drawing from him as he looks up at Rhy's face. He leans up to press his lips to the other's, arching off the wall to press against him.

He should drag Rhy toward the door but he's distracted with the desire to kiss him.