Lito Rodriguez

Lito has been putting this off for too long.

He has a plan, he has the ring, he even has his courage up and he doesn't doubt what Hernando's answer will be, he's just constantly worried that he's going to propose wrong and then they will have a memory that isn't as good as it could be. He tucks away the ring in his back pocket, makes sure all his plans are ready to go, double checks, and then triple checks (and wishes he had someone good at details to help), before he waits for Hernando to come home from work.

He's waiting in a suit, one that's molded to his body with a deep blue shirt adding a pop of colour to it. He's ready for tonight, but before the question, he plans to give Hernando a wonderful night. He's taken some advice and he isn't going to go all the way outside of the norm tonight, but he's still planning on giving Hernando everything he deserves.

Waiting with an espresso, Lito hears the click of the door, lighting up when Hernando comes home. "My love, change into something nice," he says. "We're going out for dinner at the fancy French restaurant. I got us reservations."

The train station is quiet this early in the morning. After Hernando's arrival, he hasn't been able to sleep, too wound up in thinking about all the things that needs to change in order for him to win his love back, but not knowing how to do those things. He picks up the packet and sneaks a look inside, breathing relief that BRAMFORD is the building he sees on his living slip. He also programs his picture and phone number into the phone, just so that it's done.

Once he has the information, he stops by one of the little cafes to pick up some espresso, a latte, some pastries, and hot breakfast sandwiches, not sure what he wants to eat. Juggling all of this, Lito heads back to his apartment, glad that he'd done his grooming before he'd left so he doesn't look like he's just woken up. Any other day, he might not care, but today, Hernando is here. Hernando is here and Lito knows that he has a lot of work to do to win him back, but he also has a plan. He'll need to talk to the men he had been casually seeing, but doesn't think there will be much of a problem.

Lito had always been very clear on the fact that his heart was taken and anything they did would purely be physical. There are other things, though, harder ones, like how Jake reminds him of Will, which is a topic that he hasn't even come close to broaching. Letting himself back into his apartment, Lito sets the breakfast, drinks, and information on the counter, drifting back to Hernando's side to tuck the blanket around him a little tighter. "Are you awake?" he murmurs quietly, only asking because it's been almost twelve hours since he'd gone to sleep.

It's the end of a very long night, but a very successful one, if Lito says so himself. Dressed in a red dress that hugs everything so tightly that a pimple might show through it and with heels that make him tower above the rest, Lito has had no problem finding plenty of company to keep him occupied with hands and mouth. The trouble is that he finds no pleasure in being touched in this body and giving it seems strange not having Hernando on the other end. It's why he's so disappointed by the end of the night, taking off the heels in his apartment and rubbing his feet while trying to tug down the dress that's been rucked up.

In addition, Lito is so very, very drunk. And, as he well knows, he tends to get a bit clingy when he drinks. "Will," Lito complains with a whine, head lolling to the side and much more hair than he's used to cascading over his shoulder. "Will, where are you?" he mumbles, seeing as Will had walked him home. He stretches out his body and reaches out like a child. "I need you. I need you more than I have ever needed anyone," he laments dramatically.

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One of the things Lito has grown to appreciate (not love, not truly enjoy, because anything falls short when Hernando is not here to enjoy it with him) has been the beach. With summer in full swing, the temperature is nowhere near as warm as home, but without a shoot to be on and without paparazzi to keep him away, Lito is temporarily enjoying the anonymity of being simply him. It's allowed him to come to the beach and strip down to his tight bathing suit and do nothing but relax in the sun and let his mind wander.

He's used to his mind wandering to other places or to other people and he tries so, so hard not to feel lonely, but it's like a limb has been cut off from him. Having it happen on the heels of Hernando leaving him has been near impossible and Lito hardly copes at the best of times with such emotional distress.

He shoves those thoughts aside and focuses on the good.

The sun is out, the day is beautiful, and he will not have to worry about his picture in the tabloids tomorrow with big circles drawn around the bulge in his tight swimsuit. Sitting up to reach for the suntan oil, he slathers himself up a little more and turns to search for where he'd put his novel (a romance novel, but a man has guilty pleasures) in his large bag, cursing as he has difficulty finding it.