grateful hands quickly snatch the mug from the bedside table, lifting it to his lips for a hearty sip as the warm weight of his husband settles onto his lap. “mm —— thanks.”

╱ i have my first hospital clinical day tomorrow xoxo

BYE, ERIK.

ew. i don’t want a hug.

i’m sure you were. break a leg with charles.

╱ just finished my hospital day so i’ll be omw back home soon xoxoxoxo

with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later.

i married such an old man. this is just pitiful.

sitting at a bartop and stirring his whiskey glass around with just a flick of his fingers —— it’s friday night. he deserves an evening out, he thinks.

sprawling himself across victor von doom. / h.’s lap. “you’ve been ignoring me.”

sorry, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?

absolutely not.