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It’s silly to still be so in love even now. The rest of their friends have settled into comfortable relationships where they get into the same bed at night and that’s enough.
For Alex and George, that doesn’t satisfy their all-consuming need to be around each other. Some call it codependency (some being Will and occasionally James when he’s drunk), but they call it love. George is wrapped around Alex’s finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Every joke Alex tells is funny. Every video idea George has is the best one he’s ever come up with. They’re each other’s cheerleaders, hyping up every single thing they do.
George will show Alex his video after it’s come back from Joe, Alex precariously perched in his lap. George often rests his chin on Alex’s shoulder and it’s a miracle they don’t topple the chair over in their need for skin-to-skin contact.
When the video’s over, Alex will turn to face George. If George is lucky, he’ll get a kiss. Most times though, it’s Alex slipping his cold hands under George’s shirt.
They’re like ice against his warm skin and George’s protests are always drowned out by Alex’s laughter. (George supposes the apology kisses pressed against his neck later make up for it.)
Alex prefers to keep his videos secret, squirreling away for hours on end into his office. George has to basically break down the door to drag him off to bed. George has gotten better at drifting off without Alex next to him, but it’s not the same. If George starts staying up later to make up for it, neither of them mention it.
(If they do, it’s George silently entering Alex’s room and taking Alex’s hand off his mouse. Alex never says anything, just lets George lead him back to bed. Those are the better nights when George can pull Alex away. It’s not always like this.)
Even so, it’s enough. They’re enough.