Rooms?

“So, what's your problem with rooms?”

The brazen tone didn't fail to hit the mark. Vincent's expressions shifted from barely controlled panic to an ice-cold glare instantly.

“Fuck you, Leo.”

“What?” Leo continued. He'd been teased by the other man for his heights' problem. It was only fair that he got to return the favor. “C'mon, man. You owe me one. Besides, it's just a room.”

“A room you will get murdered in if you don't shut up,” Vincent pressed out through gritted teeth.

“Huh. Then you'd be trapped in here with a dead guy. Doesn't sound like an improvement to me.”

Leo gets to be the teasing little shit this time. 😈 Found this snippet in a note, titled "random" within a folder of one of my unpublished WIPs. It went on for a little longer but clearly wasn't finished, so I shortened it into a drabble and called it a day. I don't think I'll be able to use this, as I'm not planning on trapping them in a room together. Should they end up in one anyway, I doubt Vincent will be having claustrophobia. He's already got another phobia pinned on him for that one and I don't want to cripple him too much. Leo already got his hands full with comforting him every other scene.