"I think I'd need a few drinks in me before I let you massage me." Alexei had always been weird about people getting that close to him. Close quarters combat was one thing, but a massage? That was personal. He wasn't positive why it felt more personal than sleeping with a person, but it just did. Maybe because it talked about trust and being comfortable?
"Sometimes I wonder why we are friends," he set the cookbook down so he could snag the open bottle. Alexei poured a glass of the scotch for himself and started straight at Chaz as he took a long swig of the alcohol. Smoky flavor exploded in his mouth before it burned its way down his throat. Warmth spread in his chest. He set his glass down next to Chaz before picking the cookbook up again. He began to flip through the pages as he looked for the recipe for the penne ala vodka. His head was bowed slightly as he remained standing in front of Chaz. As much as he griped about personal space, well, he tended to forget about it when he was around the other bloke.
"When is your next tour or whatever?"
The question was half uncaring since he wasn't really super invested in the answer. When Chaz left he didn't have to worry about the other annoying him to no end, but he did miss him slightly. Not that he would ever admit something so horrible. When Chaz was on tour he just took more jobs without realizing it was a way to keep occupied.