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Even’s having a hard day.
He’s been out all day just walking around, trying to find something, anything, that could inspire him.
He’s found nothing.
His feet are sore, his back is aching, his shoulders are throbbing from carrying his backpack for so long. And he’s got nothing to show for it.
On top of that, it’s so warm, his product in his hair is melting a bit, making his hair stick to his forehead and fall into his eyes.
And on top of that, he’s only gotten one-word answers from Isak all day.
Even is so done with this day, he decides to just go home. He’s already picturing himself sitting on their bed with a cold beer in his hand and the tv droning on with something he couldn’t care less about.
That’s all he wants.
Except maybe if Isak was there too, but he can’t be bothered with trying to text him again just to get another yes or no answer.
He’s walking down their street, front door finally in sight when he hears Isak shouting his name.
He turns around and Isak is a sight for sore eyes.
He doesn’t look tired, or too hot, or aching everywhere. He’s smiling, hair bouncing as he walks, his collarbones peaking out from the collar of his t-shirt and Even almost can’t stand looking at him when he’s like that. When Even’s like this.
“Hi, baby,” Isak says, gives him a quick peck and then he starts talking about his day. How Magnus did something with something, Even’s not really sure, because he’s not really listening.
He’s noticing though. Notices how Isak pulls the backpack off him and throws it over his own shoulder, takes Even’s hand and leads him inside and up the stairs. He unlocks their door and pulls Even inside, puts down his backpack gently by the wall, just like Even usually does, and before Even knows it, Isak has lead him to sit on their bed before he pulls off Even’s shoes and disappears into the hallway with them.
All this while still talking.
When he comes back in, he hands Even a cold beer, takes a pull of his own as he sits down next to Even, shuffles back and puts his legs on each side of Even and pulls him close until Even is lying on his chest, between his legs.
And the tv is already on, showing something that Even isn’t taking in either.
Isak is softly carding Even’s hair back with his fingers, every stroke over his scalp making Even settle further back against Isak, making him melt into him.
And it hits Even. This. How sometimes it’s really moments like these that matters the most. When he doesn’t have the energy, but Isak does.
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that his day has been shitty, that Isak has been so hard to reach today. Because right now, Isak is showing him over and over and over just how much he loves him, all these small gestures just add up. Tells Even more than words ever could.
He could say I love you back, he could. It would be easy. But instead, he puts his free hand on Isak’s calf, strokes the skin and the coarse hair there, makes himself comfortable against Isak.
And then he asks, “Did Magnus get into trouble for it?”
Isak laughs and continues telling the story, but Even still isn’t listening, not really.
But he notices everything Isak tells him anyway.