Brendon isn't that drunk. He only had like two beers. And then Jon had laughed, said something that sounded suspiciously like "cut off" and Brendon hasn't had another since.

He stumbles onto the bus after Jon, not drunk. He just forgot there was three steps; seriously, he's pretty sure there was only two before.

But Spencer is curled up on the couch in the front, cheek smushed into the arm of the couch and he's looks warm and cozy and Brendon doesn't bother to stop and think about it. He curls up into Spencer, somehow manages not to put any elbows or knees into any soft spots.

Brendon's kiss is soft, chaste and Spencer doesn't hesitate to return it. Small, soft kisses until they both fall asleep, pass out on the couch.

With his face pressed into Spencer's neck, his arms curled around Spencer's back as much as he can, Brendon just sort of breathes.

"Brendon," Spencer finally says, after both Jon and Ryan have gone back to the bunks. "Bren."

Brendon just hums a little, lifts his chin up enough to see Spencer's face. And it's probably because Spencer doesn't look mad, isn't even mildly annoyed. He's just sleepy and his eyes are half-closed and Brendon leans his head up a little more, presses his mouth against Spencer's.