okay, granted, there are a lot of reasons why the both of you would never work.

one, butcher just lost becca, and the man already has a lot of trauma, so that really just kinda added onto it.

two, you’re a supe — you’re not one of the evil cunts, as butcher would say, but still a supe, nonetheless. and one that’s a hell of a lot younger.

talk about age gap, right?

you’re both too impulsive too.

so, of course butcher’s going to react in such a billy butcher way, to a self destructive, impulsive, drunken kiss. one that you initiated.

look, it was a spur of the moment type of thing — heat of the moment, really.

but, could you explain that to him? no. not without outing your feelings that you’d rather keep buried. because you know too that this — crossing that line with him at of all times — wouldn’t be a good idea.

his response is to pull away immediately, before it can go further, the look on his face masked with disbelief and annoyance as he stands up.

and you’re quick to stand up with him, facing him and his intimidating and towering height that differs just a little from yours.

and at this point, with how intensely he’s looking down at you, you can’t help but let the words slip out.

“still think you’re too good for me?” as you let the impulsive and blunt words out, you step closer to him, eliminating that space between you.

you’re just waiting for his next move now, while the tension is just growing heavier between you by every passing second.

and the drinking you’ve both been doing for the past hour doesn’t exactly help with that tension.

and butcher isn’t helping either.

because of the fact that his expression is so unreadable, you have no idea what he’s thinking, and it’s almost driving you crazy, even in you’re intoxicated state.