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“And this idiot decided we were going to have to reshoot the WHOLE THING because he didn’t like where that one extra was standing!” Amai storms into his lover’s bedroom. “So I had to stay after hours, and miss a VERY important public relations meeting. Which is fine, because normally-”
Zombieman mentally turns the rest into white noise. He picks up the pillow he normally sleeps on and slouches on it, wiggling himself to make sure he’s as comfortable as he could be. With the way his boyfriend is droning on, he’s going to be here for a while.
“So this moron wanted to completely overrule the-are you even listening to me?” Amai uses that ice cold glare that he uses on almost every staff member, reporter, or fellow hero that ever pisses him off. That one piercing look can cause people to bow to his every whim and desire. No one wants to face the being behind those shining green eyes.
Zombieman just gives him a dry look, takes the last drag of his now short cigarette and stamps it out on the top of his hand, ignoring the small, sharp burn it left.
“Come here.” He says, opening his arms. Amai was still rambling about how much he pisses him off, and how all of the time they spent together was time he could be working. However, his legs seemed to move on his own towards him and his cold, loving embrace. He makes himself comfortable in Zombieman’s chest, letting his head rest on top of his slow beating heart. He holds Amai’s body close with one arm, and lightly massages his dominant hand with the other. (He knows how many documents and pictures he needs to sign.)
“That’s my baby.” Zombieman whispers. And right at that moment, every muscle in Amai’s body relaxes. His jaw unclenches and his breathing evens out. His cares drift away like the fumes of his partner’s cigarettes, the scent he learned to find comfort in. His tired eyes slowly start to close, and the mask that he always wears in front of everyone else slowly slips off his face, and shatters on the stained hardwood floor.