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The two fell asleep a little into the movie, both of them on the couch. Maverick’s head had slipped onto Rooster’s shoulder sometime, and Rooster’s was tipped against his, and somehow, it was comfortable.
The tv was still on, and it illuminated the dark room with blue light.
It was silent, the only noise was their light breathing and the quiet speech coming from Will Smith or his son.
They could have slept like that all night, but pretty soon, the position woke Maverick up.
He blinked himself awake, realizing what he had been using as his pillow, and noting Rooster’s head on his. He gently pulled his head out, and leaned Rooster against the arm of the couch as gently and softly as he could, trying not to jostle him.
He rubbed his eyes before peering at the clock, which read 12:02. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and glanced over at Rooster, a subconscious smile appearing on his face.
That definitely isn’t comfortable, He thought, and leaned over to turn off the tv before going to his bed. He folded the blanket over in itself so that Rooster could easily slide in and not have to fully wake up.
He then went back to the couch, and put his arms under Rooster’s legs and back and pulled him to his chest, wincing as his side brushed against Rooster. Stupid bruises.
He, stumbling and tripping, made his way to his bedroom, trying and failing to move swiftly before putting Rooster in the blanket, smoothing back his hair and pulling the blanket over him.
Mav then got in the bed in the other side and tried to fall asleep for a couple of minutes before he found himself staring up at the ceiling. Listening to nothing.