Evan is quiet for a few long moments, taking a sip of tea. "I'll make you a deal," he says finally, looking up at Johnny. "You eat properly, and I'll try to sleep more. I'll try not to obsess over those things."

"I -" Johnny starts. "Fine. Agreed." He holds out a hand to Evan, but Evan grabs it and doesn't let go, just tugs until Johnny comes over to his side of the table. He reaches up and threads his hands through Johnny's hair and pulls him down for a long kiss. His hands are gentle against Johnny's skin, his mouth warm from the tea.

Evan breaks away. "So we have a deal."

"Yeah," Johnny says, and if he sounds maybe a little more breathless than he does determined, he doesn't really think Evan can blame him.

In other news, I am totally writing polyamory fic! Because, um...the three of them together is my favourite thing ever? And I want to write self-indulgent threesome domesticity for ever and always.