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racer: hey
racer: so
racer: uh
racer: haha
racer: im having a rlly hard time
racer: and i can't sleep
racer: and i was wondering
racer: if u were up
racer: it's totally fine if ur not
racer: never mind
racer: sorry to wake up ur phone
racer: shit
Jack rubs his eyes against the sleep and squints his down at his phone.
Shit.
Race doesn't usually text him this late (early?) unless whatever nightmare he had is a bad one. Jack throws off his blanket and yanks a shirt over his head, and before he knows what he's doing, he's knocking on his best friend's window at 1:13 in the morning.
Race opens the window, his hair a mess and a very bewildered look on his face. "I didn't expect you to come over-"
"Shut up and let me in, I'm cold." Jack complains. It seems to take a few seconds for the words to register in Race's brain, but when they do, he blinks and moves aside to let Jack in. Jack leads him over to the bed and Race curls up against him, resting his head on Jack's shoulder. It's not uncommon for them to be this...intimate, but for some godforsaken reason, this feels different. Jack shakes the thought from his head. He looks down at Race. "So why couldn't you sleep?"
"Nightmare," Race says into Jack's shoulder. Jack makes a sympathetic humming noise. "I'm really sorry for waking you up, you didn't have to come over."
Jack rolls his eyes. "Of course I came over, Racer. You're my best friend." Race smiles up at him tiredly. "You're really sleepy, huh?" Race nods, lacing his fingers through Jack's and snuggling closer to him.
"Goodnight, Jack."
"Good night, Race." It's quiet for a few minutes, the crickets chirping outside the window. Race mumbles something, and at first it doesn't even click in Jack's brain. But then he realizes.
Jack can't be 100% sure, but whatever Race said sounded a whole lot like "I love you."