"Lockon..." the young man looked up at him with sad, pleading eyes. At first, he didn't realize what Lockon was saying... was he gently turning Allelujah's advances down? Was he not good enough for the older man?

Another small mental bump from Hallelujah jerked him from that train of thought, and he smiled a little. No... that wasn't it, and it was stupid that he'd even thought so. Fact of the matter was, they were both still drunk, and Allelujah realized he wasn't comfortable with the thought of maybe destroying what the two of them were sharing. "Alright... that's the right thing to do," he admitted, if a bit reluctantly. "Alcohol and all..." but he couldn't resist planting a sweet kiss on those proffered lips nonetheless.