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There isn't a sound more satisfying than the jingle of Malcolm’s keys before he walks into the house. Sure, there’s every song in the world and those ASMR videos, but to Puck, they don’t compare. Even from the bedroom, the sound can be heard, followed by his shoes being kicked off and his footsteps approaching their shared bedroom. It never gets old. “Feeling any better?” “You know how people say they feel like a million bucks? I feel like three dollars.” Everything ached, leaving no purpose to get out of bed (unless it was for food). Their nose was stuffed, which explains the headache that hadn’t gone away since this morning. Also, Puck’s feet were cold. Nothing new, but it just adds to the misery. Malcolm pouts sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hey, three dollars could get you like, two packs of gum.” “Not sure about that, but it could get me a lot of instant noodles.” Puck sniffles, bringing the blankets closer to their chest, “If only there was a gum I could chew to make this

They couldn’t get much closer than they were right now. Legs tangled in one another, skin clammy from lack of separation. Patrick lies on his side, head on Malcolm's chest with an arm around his middle. Underneath him, Malcolm lies on his back, his hand sprawled out on Patrick's back, his thumb rubbing his skin lightly. Very rarely, Malcolm is awake first. When Pat’s awake it’s usually because he has to be, either because he can’t sleep or he has to get ready for class or work, always in a rush to get out the door. It was nice to see him at a full stop. His mouth slightly agape, sleep cap over his eyelids. The sun peeks through the curtains, illuminating his brown skin. He wishes he could see himself right now. He's gorgeous. Poking his head up from the pillow, Malcolm glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 4 PM. Flopping his head back on the pillow, he sighs. If only they could stay like this forever. Putting his arms around him, gently, he begins to shake Pat awake. “P