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When Eddy finally wakes and sleepily stumbles into their living room, the floor unexpectedly chilly under his bare feet, he finds a suspiciously Brett-shaped pile of blankets on their couch. Two hands cradling a phone are the only human body part he can discern at this angle.
“You good?” he asks instead of a morning greeting, and the upper half of the blanket bundle turns approximately 90 degrees. Brett stares at him, owlish, his hair falling to his face.
“I’m fucking freezing,” he says without any filter, groggier than Eddy himself, despite having been awake for considerably longer.
As soon as he says it, Eddy feels it, too. It’s not just the floor that’s cold – their entire apartment is chillier than even Eddy likes it, and he prefers things on the cooler side, usually.
“D’you turn the heating on?” Eddy asks, walking to their thermostat before stopping in his tracks. The screen is ominously blank, and Eddy frowns at it.
“Power’s out,” Brett replies grumpily. “Should be back by noon, but that’s so far away, Eddy. I haven’t even had coffee .”
He sounds absolutely petulant, but Eddy understands the severity of the situation.
“No coffee?!” he complains, throwing himself on the couch next to Brett with a sigh. Brett barely moves, like he’s part of the furniture.
“Can you let me in?” Eddy asks, putting on his best puppy dog eyes, but Brett gives him a shoulder colder than the room.
“ My blanket bundle,” he announces, turning back to his phone.
“I can’t believe you’re just gonna let me freeze to death,” Eddy complains, but to no avail. Brett pretends he didn’t even hear it. This means that Eddy needs to change tactics.
“Okay, but what if … I bring my blanket here, put it on top of both of us? Double blankets. Double the warmth.”
It works. The hands holding the phone slowly fall back down and the Brett bundle turns to look at him again.
“Bring it,” he says, and it sounds like a challenge.
“Okay, bossy,” Eddy replies sarcastically, but gets up anyway. “And put the damn phone away. I’m not entertaining you when your battery goes flat before the power comes back on.”
Brett doesn’t reply, but when Eddy reemerges from his bedroom, donning his blanket like a cape, Brett’s phone is on the coffee table.
“Entertain me now, then,” Brett finally says as Eddy settles in against his side. “I’m bored.”
“I can think of a few possibilities to stay warm and entertained,” Eddy says with an impressive eyebrow waggle. Brett rolls his eyes and probably means to shove him, but can’t get back up properly; he just stays pressed against Eddy’s side, semi-diagonal.
“We’re not gonna fuck just because it’s cold and we’re bored,” Brett says.
“Fu– who said anything about fucking ?!” Eddy nearly yells, immediately dropping his bluff. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” Brett argues. Settle in, now. Keep your icy toes away from me.”
Eddy shoves them deeper under the blankets just to hear Brett yelp.