Orlando can hear the little funny gurglebubble of Viggo's stomach with his face pressed so close. It's soothing, and he hardly notices Viggo's arms sliding right back around him.

"Where's your key?" Viggo asks finally; it's a clever question, one that could mean everything that Orlando's suddenly too afraid to hope for, or nothing at all.

Orlando's not risking it, though, and as Viggo reaches into his pocket, Orlando doubles over, spewing beer and the contents of his grubby dinner all over Viggo's shoes.

It's only as he's congratulating himself, amidst his gagging, that he realizes Viggo might not be as thrilled by this idea as he is.