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Roman was nearly asleep when he heard the soft creak of his bedroom door opening. He groaned softly, pulling his pillow over his head and bracing for-
"Bro!" Remus hissed, jumping on the bed. Of course.
"Shouldn't you be asleep, Remus?" Roman frowned, moving so Remus could lie down next to him. Sharing a post-college apartment with your twin had seemed like a logical decision, save money and live with someone you know well enough to get along with. For the most part it was actually pretty fun. They cooked together, played on their shared beat up playstation together, bullied each other into going to the gym or calling their parents… Life was pretty cool.
But this part was less fun.
"I got a text!" Remus whispered, far too quietly considering he'd already woken Roman up.
"You got a text…" Roman sighed, flicking his bedside lamp on and rubbing his eyes. Remus held his phone clutched in his hands, eyes wide. "Okay? Congratulations. Was it the pizza place? Ow!" He rubbed his chest where Remus had thumped him, pouting in indignation.
Remus huffed at him. "No, it was from Logan!"
"Lo- oh! Show me!"
They shuffled around to sit up against the headboard, and Remus handed the phone over. It was a simple text, but there was a single smiling emoji (text, not image of course) at the end of the friendly conversation. Roman looked over to see Remus staring at the text with big, moony eyes.
"Well?" His twin asked when he tore his gaze from the screen. "Do you think it's a good sign? I mean, we've been chatting a bit on an off for a while now, but he sent this right after I sent the last one, and you saw, right? The smiley?"
"I saw," Roman confirmed with a grin. "If he doesn't outright like you back then he's interested, at least. Maybe it's time to try and ask him out!"
Remus blanched, grabbing one of Roman's many pillows to hug onto. "I can't just do that. He's amazing, Ro, he's so smart and he's so grown up and professional and he probably goes to bookstores and drinks earl grey and has discussions about classic literature or scientific journals! What kind of date could I ask him on that he'd even enjoy?!"
"God you're so dramat- ow! Stop doing that, you woke me up for help with your crisis dude, be nice."
"Fine, sorry. What ideas do you have then, you love that romance crap."
Roman rolled his eyes. "First of all it's not crap. It's romantic and it's nice and it makes someone feel treasured. You want that, right?"
His brother's loud, drawn-out sigh indicated a yes.
"So why don't you just ask him what he'd most like to do and then offer to like, pay for you guys to do it? Or take him there, or whatever, if it's free."
"Roman?" Remus said slowly, tapping the pillow in thought. "You might be onto something. Alright, I'll do that!" He grabbed his phone and scrambled off the bed. "I'll text him right now. You should get some sleep bro, you have work in the morning!"
He cackled as Roman threw a pillow at him on the way out. Perhaps, Roman thought, yawning and turning the light back off, this part was kinda fun too.
That thought was quickly taken back when he was woken yet again by a loud, victorious whoop from Remus's room. Worst. Idea. Ever.