Kris couldn’t help the diffident shrug. “You know this whole area better than I, Harry. I was just feeling … a little closed in, if you understand, in there.” Was this being drunk? Where the world seemed a little more vibrant, the stars a little brighter, and the ground shifted slightly under one’s feet?
Kris made his steps slow and careful, and paid little heed to the words he was speaking, a little too close to Harry. “Let’s go somewhere we can be alone together.”
Harry tried to keep from a small snicker, letting it out as he turned back around. “Then alone it is..” He nodded, though not very accustomed to ‘aloneness’. He had thought of it bad to be alone, by oneself, being one to be surrounded by more than just one; strict or kind.
The prince tugged along on Kris’ shirt to pull him forward instead of drifting off to another path from him; still having the ale to linger in his mind. “Come roundly, Kris! Grounds are just almost near for you to tumble off..” He grinned, letting go as he jogged off to a vaster space. Trees were overgrown in the back, the grass green before. “This would be of a place that you would come to think?” Hal asked, glancing to him before sitting down and leaning back; his hands propping him up to look. “Sit down?” He asked, looking anywhere else.
“To think?” Kris tried to shake his head and discovered that made the ground shift a little more than he liked. He settled for folding down to sit right up next to Harry, liking the warmth of the other man. “I’d come here to /not/ think, I think. Did that even make sense? Is this being drunk? Cause I’m not sure I like it. I mean, I like you, but I’m not sure about the whole rest of thisssshit.”
Kris flopped backwards, bouncing his head off the grass, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please tell me I did not just say that.”