Morty was almost to the point of drooling when Remy finally brought the food in. He flashed him a brief smile before digging in, immediately going for the bread and dipping it into the soup.

"I'm well past my basic student years, but I'm still studying," he admitted, with a grin, as he popped the soup-soaked bread into his mouth. "I'm aiming to become the most esteemed scientist in human studies. It's why I offered to go and do field work in the first place, even though it's so dangerous."

He paused. "...Asking questions about each other is one of the tests I've been asked to do."

Remy nodded and smiled at the bright haired man’s reactions to the food.
Morty had the enthusiasm of a child. He got up and brought them each another bowl of soup. “Go ahead Morty ask away...”

"I have a list of specific questions back in the ship, but I know of a few I can ask right away...as long as it's not too many, I can remember," Morty hummed, nodding firmly. "All right! Just until we finish up this food..." The food was disappearing quickly...the questions would have to be brief.

"Where were you born, and who were you born to? Did you have any siblings?"

“I was born in New Orleans, Louisiana. My father was Thaddius Champagne a construction worker and my mother is Louis La’Blanc. My Daddy died about a year after I was born. I don’t have any brothers or sisters.” Remy looked down into a glass of water and frowned thinking about his dad. “My papa was a good man…My mom just remarried. He is really rich so he can take care of my mom, but he doesn’t like gays so, I am not his favorite person.”

Morty frowned. One thing he really didn't like about humans was the fact that quite a lot of them hated and feared anything or anyone that was 'different' in any way. Most of them did, anyway. It was probably why beings from other planets such as himself had a bad reputation, most likely...

"All right, then..." Morty had to stop to sample some of that salad. The bread was nearly gone by now. "Tell me how many sexual partners you've had in the past. And any spouses or the like...in return, I'll tell you about mine..."

Remy blushed at the thought of telling this seemingly innocent man about his former boyfriends…”um…” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I’ve had three sexual partners since I lost my virginity. My first boyfriend was on the swim team with me…he was curious and I let him sleep with me. It was a mistake that lead to us hating each other. I had another boyfriend in high school, but we broke up after high school.” Remy put the plates in the sink then pulled out a bottle of wine. He needed a drink if he was going to get through this. He poured two glasses and handed one to Morty.

“My last partner was Marcus…we met in college. He was an architect and he took drawing lessons from me, while he tutored me in math. About a month after we met we made love for the first time. Morty have you ever been with someone that just made you feel like a better person? Marcus was like that. We were together all through college. He and I were going to get married…but…” Remy swallowed a whole glass of wine then poured another glass. “B-B-but he was killed a week before the wedding. Some bastard drove drunk and killed him. The bastard wasn’t even hurt…God damn it!”

Remy tried to slow his breathing as he felt tears rolling down his face. “Sorry Morty…”

Morty listened intently to Remy as he spoke, noting that the words 'sleep' seemed and 'make love' seemed to mean the same thing as mating. Slang, perhaps? He took the offered glass of wine as he listened to Remy chat on about his past two partners. He took a few moments to sniff the wine curiously and wrinkle his nose like a bunny rabbit's. He decided he would leave this for after their conversation.

Once he saw how worked up Remy was getting over the subject matter, he moved so he was closer to the human and awkwardly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him.

"It's all right. I understand it's hard..."

Remy leaned into the embrace. He leaned his head on Morty’s shoulder and let the last few tears run down his cheeks. The blond could feel the wine race through his system. He turned to look the alien in the eyes. They were like rich pools of wine, Remy found himself wanting to drink them up. “Morty…” He gave the alien a small kiss again on the cheek. The blond leaned back and wiped his eyes.

“Thank you…what about you Morty…”

Morty faltered, recalling that he'd promised to tell Remy his sexual past in return for his information. He was a also a little flustered from the kiss on his cheek--why in the world did that little kiss feel so nice? "Me? Ah...I have had many different flings, but none of which grew sexual. All in all, I've had three boyfriends and a single girlfriend. My last boyfriend was the one I got closest with. It didn't work out for us--we're meant to be close friends, nothing more."

Morty hadn't officially admitted that he preferred males over females yet...but technically, he just had.

“So you prefer men to women then Morty?” Remy smiled, and took another sip of wine. He felt to right being with Morty. He was sweet, but things were going so fast.

"Oh, definitely. I prefer males..." Morty sniffed his glass of wine again before taking a small, experimental sip. He seemed intrigued by the taste. Alcohol...it might have adverse effects on him, based on the fact that he wasn't exactly human.

Remy could feel the alcohol start to take effect. He pulled away from Morty and sat back. The blond didn’t want Morty to get the wrong idea about him, it was true that Remy felt an attraction to the alien. He had only met the man today…still he felt such a connection with the traveler. “So Morty do you have any other questions for me?”

"I probably shouldn't ask any more until I have the list of questions in my hands," Morty reminded him, somewhat sheepishly. He took a bigger sip of his glass of wine. It seemed his tolerance for alcohol was...very low. He hadn't finished his glass yet and he looked a little buzzed...half of it was gone, maybe a little less...

He took another inquisitive sip. Apparently, this kind of alcohol--or alcohol in a liquid form, at the very least--wasn't too common on his planet. He'd tasted it once before, at a fancy party...

Remy could see that his friend had a really low tolerance for alcohol. He gently took the half full glass from Morty. “I think you shouldn’t have anymore. You don’t want to get sick.” The blond poured out the rest of the wine and stretched yawning.

“I really bushed Morty, you ready for bed?” Remy headed for the stairs. He smiled at the alien. “You can sleep in the guest room, or my room has a king size bed…” the artist clapped his hands over his mouth, “I can’t believe I said that out loud!”

Morty had a hard time standing up at first. When he finally steadied himself, though, he was walking perfectly fine. He didn't seem to really hear what Remy had said until a few seconds after, when he blinked and stared at him, a little puzzled. A bit of color, unrestrained, flooded into his cheeks.

"...Er...I...don't mind where I sleep, really. I tend to be a still, quiet sleeper. I do, however, like to cuddle things that are close to me..." he stammered, nervously.

Remy smiled and hiccupped. He could still see Morty slowly swaying. The artist grabbed his elbow and guided him up the stairs. “Well then you’ll just have to come cuddle with me…alright?”

"Yes, all...all right..." Morty gratefully accepted the help from Remy. He wasn't drunk, but...he wasn't sober. He was buzzed, right up between the two. But he was still a little off-balance and everything...

Smiling Remy squeezed the alien closer as they got to the top of the stairs. He lead them into the bedroom and let go of Morty. “Let me get you some PJ’s or would you prefer to sleep without them?” Remy gave Morty a naughty smile. Mon Deiu…I am very drunk… It was then that a wave of nausia hit the artist and he booked it for the bathroom.

Everything that he has eaten made its way back up and into the toilet. He leaned against the bowl and prayed that it would end soon.

Morty flushed a brilliant shade of red at the artist's words. It was almost a strawberry red. It accentuated his hair and eyes almost perfectly...ironically enough.

He was so flustered that it took him a moment to realize that Remy was no longer by his side. Blinking, the slender Akweetee followed the distressed sounds and found his way to the nearest bathroom, where he stayed in the doorway and peered tentatively at Remy. What in the world was going on...? Was he hurt...ill, maybe?

There was clear concern on Morty's face.

Remy vomited again in the bowl. He turned his face and noticed Morty peering in the door. He tried to smile at his concerned friend, but his stomach lurched again. He wiped his mouth and looked for some toilet paper. He flushed and leaned back against the wall letting his stomach settle.

“I guess I had a little more wine than I could handle. I hope I haven’t scared you.” Remy smiled at his friend. “I’ll be okay in a minute. Could you hand me the antacid from the cupboard. It’s the little roll of pills.”

When Remy spoke, Morty's concerned expression shifted to a stranger one. He was looking at the human like he'd just asked him to do something terribly ridiculous.

"...Pills?" he repeated, mystified. Apparently, medicine worked in a different way back on his planet. The Akweetee were big on natural cures...pills and the like did not exist on Meridian, at least not on the Akweetees' side of the planet.

Remy noticed that Morty had become confused. He smiled, “Pills are like concentrated medication. They look like little disks…never mind I’ll get them.” Remy reached into the cupboard and pulled out a roll of tums popping two. The artist reached for his tooth brush and cleaned his mouth.

“Morty, does alcohol effect you very much?” He spit and cleaned off his tooth brush heading back to the bedroom. The blond sat on his bed. Slipping off his clothing he reached for one of the two PJ’s. Remy snuggled up onto the bed and slipped under the covers. “If you are grossed out because of the vomiting, I understand. You can sleep in the other room if you want.”

"Oh." Morty's voice had just a bit of a slur to it. This slur strengthened his odd accent quite a lot, making him difficult to understand at certain times. "...Mm. I've...never had it before..." he admitted, making his way over towards Remy's bed. The going was tough, considering his motor skills were a little off, but he eventually made it to the free side of the bed and collapsed on top of the blankets, taking his time snuggling under.

Remy’s eyes got bigger as he heard that Morty had never had any alcohol. “I hope that your alien system handles it better than I did.” He smiled and snuggled closer to the alien as the red head got under the covers. It felt amazing to have something in his arms again. Nuzzling the side of Morty’s face he pulled him close.

“Good ‘ight Morty.” He kissed the side of his face and drifted off into dream land.

Morty gave a small grunt in response, red again from the kiss Remy had offered him. Back home it wouldn't be a big deal, but...humans generally didn't kiss each other unless it was meant to convey some kind of affection. It took him a few moments to calm down in Remy's grip. When he finally did, his eyelids drifted closed and he was asleep in a matter of seconds.

He didn't stir once all night long.