ooc: I legit just had some noodles. It's 4 A.M. Gotta stay THICC for Shawn.

Deneil lets Drew touch the patch, knowing that he won't hurt him. The would is obviously sensitive but didn't cause any major damage to him unlike his last meeting with a blade. "Fam, I was alright. Just bled...a lot. Nothing serious though. Didn't need to bother you, bruv!" If Deneil thinks a knife wound isn't worth troubling someone, God knows what he considers a real emergency. "I didn't get him back. Not with a knife anyway. A few punches, yeah. Last thing I need is more drama. Billy's got hold of him though. I think he's literally being bound and gagged. I'm not asking any questions because I'm not sure I want to know." Deneil isn't joking. There's no telling what Billy has done to Blake. He's totally psychotic to put it bluntly. This is the guy who cleaned up an entire alleyway of bodies and left ZERO evidence in less than an hour. He knows what he's doing. When Deneil asks if Blake knows he sighs and folds his arms, gearing up for all the truth to pour out. "I should have given you warning because it has an impact on you as well me. Blake knows. Mandy knows...fam. I told her." Deneil pulls out a chair from the dining table and sits down, holding his head in his hands. "I fucking told her everything...she ain't here no more..." Deneil looks down at his feet as he basically tells Drew that they split and the truth is out there.

OOC: Bone Apple Tea

When Drew asks if he is OK, he isn't really sure how to respond. He can't quite pinpoint how he feels right now. It's an amalgamation of extreme feelings. From the guilt and the upset of ending things with Mandy to the newfound freedom and confidence coming with being "out", Deneil isn't sure if this is mainly a positive or negative experience. He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "Fam...I don't even know if I feel good or bad. It's a fucking whirlwind, bruv. One minute I hate myself for breaking her heart. It was fucking lethal, fam. Imagine sitting her down and laying all of this out? Prickly, man. On the other hand I feel...happier than ever at times. It's like I can just be me. No secrets, no hiding...none of that shit." Deneil gives Drew a warm smile, so happy to have reached this point. It wasn't long ago that Deneil was terrified of this coming to light. Now he's owning it. "Oh and Mandy won't say anything to the press. She's hurt...I'm the worst person in the world to her right now...but she's a good girl. It's that Blake cunt we need to watch out for." Deneil looks around, still seeming a little distracted. There's another thing on his mind and he just has to get it off his chest. It's not really Drew's issue but one that will have an impact on both of them.

"Remember after that attack, you wanted me to come over to the States? To get away from it all and stuff?" Deneil stands up and walks over to the kitchen counter for no particular reason other than to pace around. "That offer still stand? I wanna get away from here fam." Hearing Deneil Khan of all people say he wants to leave his beloved Hackney is shocking. He's London born and bred. Deneil's famous for his love and association of the city. For him to want out, something big must have happened. He really is a different Deneil. "I want to start again. I'm more comfortable in my own skin yeah but...I feel like an outsider again, fam. I don't feel like I fit in here any more. Too much has changed...too many memories...all reminds me of the past and all the shit that happened. All links back to chaos. I want a fresh start and I just don't need the baggage of this place no more." Deneil opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of water. "Plus, I know America isn't exactly the most uh...politically correct or tolerant place at the moment but here? It's dreadful fam. Terror attacks right here in London and I walk around with this face? Bruv, the amount of abuse and the looks that I get...I don't need it! I used to feel safe here. Even after the knife incident, this was still home. Now it feels like everyone is staring at me like I'm some sort of alien or...a fucking ISIS cunt. Like I said, I feel like an outsider." Deneil takes a sip of his water as if relieving himself after getting all that off his chest. It's clear that he means it. Deneil isn't one to broadcast his feelings unless necessary. He is not a drama king so if he speaks up about something, you best believe it.

Deneil himself can't believe he has openly admitted to wanting to leave Hackney. There is a huge part of him that'll miss it. He grew up here and all of his memories involve this place. These mean streets are like a security blanket but it's like he's had an epiphany and this is the closing of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. It feels natural. It's like when a good TV show ends before it goes into overkill and loses steam. Deneil knows that as much as he'd love to stay in his beloved Hackney, a new adventure awaits. He went from baby to adult, homeless to chart topper and had his first love and first heartbreak all in this city. It's time for a total re-brand and to start the next phase of Deneil. "Fam, I'd be lying if I said I won't miss here but...you ever know when it's the right time to walk away from something? You realise that you're too comfy and suddenly see that if you don't change, don't take that next step, you never will. I love this place but I've been through it all here and I don't want that to be a constant vicious circle for the rest of my life. Same faces, same drama, same crime scenes. I'm the only one who can take myself out of that equation, bruv." Deneil gets closer to Drew, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking into his eyes as he explains further. He wants Drew to know that he's 100% sure on this. "I'll miss B and Sayy but there are people out there who don't see their siblings for legit years, fam. I think I've had it lucky. It's comfy here but I need to break away...with you. That's if you'll have me, of course?" Deneil chuckles and continues to rub on Drew's arm. It's still a total shock that he's saying this but it must be true. Deneil would never even do so much as joke about leaving Hackney beforehand. If he's spilling all of this out in the open, rest assured he is deadly serious.

Deneil's stomach churns once it all becomes official. It's a good batch of nerves though. Everything is all new and exciting. He can't believe that this is all happening. Deneil cuddles into his boyfriend, squeezing him as tightly as possible without hurting the wound he has. "Bruv, this is gonna siiiick! Just make sure you got a supply of tea for your Englishman, fam." Deneil grins, giving Drew a little kiss on the cheek before stepping back some. "Well, it takes time for all that citizenship stuff right? But I guess I can staying for good periods of time like...as soon as possible. I really wanna get out there, man." Deneil smiles widely again, unable to conceal his happiness. He never thought that he and Drew would ever get to this point taking into account everything they've endured in this relationship.

Deneil backs away when Drew said that he doesn't like tea. What sort of CREATURE doesn't like a cup of tea to ease away the stresses of the day. This relationship is going to be rocky. "What? You have the nerve to say to a British guy's face that you don't like tea? Mate...you better stock up on that Celestial Seasonings tension tamer tea for my arrival. Don't get me vexed." Deneil says with a playful laugh, obviously joking around. Although he better stock up for sure. He listens to Drew as he's informed about the visa. It does seem like the easiest option and the last thing these two need is extra hassle. "You're right, fam. I might only be able to handle Trump in small doses." Deneil smirks and looks up into Drew's eyes. "Mate I'm fucking hyped too! So...we're really doing this?" he asks as he takes hold of Drew's hands, just wanting to hear confirmation again and feel that euphoric rush once more.

Drew laughs surprised that Deneil hasn't noticed this about him yet. "Maybe I just haven't had the right cup. Put me on to something good and who knows?" He nods at Deneil's Trump comment. "If I'm keeping it 100, New York is probably the worst place to go if you're trying to dip on the bigotry and funny looks but hey, at least you won't getting them alone with me next to you. We can bitch about the ignorance together. Or just beat some ass. Whatever works." He shrugged, looking back into Deneil's eyes. He grabbed on his hands, pulling him in closer. "Yessir! We leaving as soon as you're ready."

Deneil locks hands with Drew as he lays underneath him, melting into the sheets as they smooch and embrace one another. He keeps his eyes closed, totally lost in the moment and bracing himself for the next move. Deneil tightens his grip on his boyfriend's hands. With his legs brought close to his chest and Drew in between them, he can feel the tip of him gently pressing up against him - threatening to penetrate at any given second. "No more of this damn back and forth stuff. I'm all yours, D" he says with a smirk before resuming all the passionate kissing with Drew. Deneil is referring to the fact that this is his first "official" night here in New York with Drew. Since he decided to make the move, Deneil has stayed here many times for a few days on end but it was always interrupted with travelling back to London, moving things back and forth, tying up loose ends and what not. With his visa coming through and all of his important stuff now here in NY, this is his first proper night as a real resident of this home and city. Granted, a lot of his stuff is still in suitcases and boxes but he now has the luxury of relaxing and unpacking at his own will. There's no reason for him to be on edge or against the clock. Deneil is here to stay and the pair are clearly making the most of it.

Deneil clenches at first but it only takes him a second to relax and accept Drew. He closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip as he feels every inch of his boyfriend slip inside him, loving the sensation caused by every slight movement. As corny as it sounds, Deneil not only enjoys sex with Drew for its obvious rewards but he really does see this as them "connecting" and being as close to him as possible. The passionate kissing makes it all the more intimate. "All yours...for as long as you'll have me." Deneil chuckles, joking around as they continue to smooch. This is the most relaxed he's felt in quite some time now. He's home with Drew. This is his new normal. It was surprisingly easy for him to adapt and see this as his new safe haven, leaving behind the old safety blanket of London. Deneil loves the feeling of Drew's hands on his knees, a total sucker for skin on skin contact. "Uuuh!" he blurts out during the kiss, breaking away from it unexpectedly while laughing softly. Drew had obviously hit a nice sweet spot without warning.

Drew pops his collar when Deneil compliments his suit. "I wear it well, don't I?" The pair had a good night and the mood was up. It was rare they got a chance to have a night out on the town which is why tonight was probably one of the best Valentine's days the couple have gotten to experience with each other. "That dinner really was nice. I don't think I was using the right forks though." Drew never really understood the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork or why it was even needed. All he knew is that if the food was bussin, he's digging in. The elevator dings and shortly after, the metal doors slide open. "Our floor." He says, holding Deneil by the hand and guiding him out. He knew his boyfriend was a little drunk and so was Drew.

Drew chuckes. "I think there were like..3?" He shook his head, not understanding why the posh had to be so extra. "I've been rich for a while now and one fork still gets the job done." As they walk. Drew tries hard to remember the number of the room that they were heading to. The numbers were starting to jumble up in his head but he was hoping it would all click once he got closer to the room. "I'm just a drunk man trying to get my date to safety. Thanks for the kiss, anyways." He smiles back at Deneil, almost running into one of the room doors in front of him. He looks down at his keycard and then up at the room number. "Shit- Oh, this is us." He laughs, scanning the keycard and opening the door. "You're almost there, buddy. One foot at a time."