"Got it." He took the alcohol into the kitchen, and ended up deciding on beer instead of anything harder. They'd probably get to that later, but - he was hoping that he might be able to get Brendan to pass out, or something, before they got to that. He saw the cake - icing near by - and had the sudden urge to try to finish it for Brendan.

Shouldn't take too long, and it'd be a nice gesture, right?

Two minutes later, he had realised that he was very wrong, there was a melted patch of icing on the cake, and a fleck of icing on Poe's cheek that he didn't even notice.

Time to flee the scene of the crime.

He came back to the couch, holding out the beer - (he'd poured it into glasses because why not) - before flopping onto the couch beside him. He had the automatic tendency to sit too close, not out of any kind of thought, but because he often ended up cuddling with Finn or Bodhi while watching a movie, so the physical contact of his knee pressing against Brendan's thigh was just natural.

"So, maybe leave the cake for a little while."