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Ivan is woken by Fedyor’s gentle headbutt between his shoulder blades. He blinks, two three times, and takes a few seconds to process the clock on the bedside table telling him that it’s three in the morning. A wholly unreasonable time to be prodded and poked awake by his boyfriend.
Ivan’s about to ask Fedyor what the hell he thinks he’s playing at when beside the clock his phone buzzes and lights up. Still half asleep, Fedyor butts his head against Ivan’s back again and mumbles, “Phone.”
“Yeah, yeah” Ivan sighs, one hand reaching for his phone, the other to stroke his partner’s hair, “Go back to sleep.”
“If it’s Aleks, tell him it’s Genya’s turn” Fedyor says as he rolls over to go back to sleep.
Ivan scoffs, then sighs again as he looks at his messages.
It is Aleks.
More specifically it’s seventeen texts and three missed calls from Aleks.
“I think he and Alina broke up again” Ivan says
“And I will be very sorry for him” Fedyor says, his voice half muffled by the pillow he was now burrowing into, “In like, four hours. But right now he is Genya’s problem. We have a rota for a reason Vanya.”
“He’s very drunk” Ivan says after skimming through the messages, “I’m going to go and pick him up”
He gets out of bed and mentally starts to count as he gets dressed.
He makes it to seven, only one leg in his trousers before Fedyor sighs and tosses back his side of the duvet.
“I’m coming too.”
“You don’t have to,” Ivan says with a ghost of a smile.
“Well we can’t just leave him can we?”
“What happened to ‘It’s Genya’s turn’?” Ivan teases
“I’m not calling her, Fedyor snorts, “I dread to think what happens to people who disturb her beauty sleep. Besides, we’re awake now. It makes no sense waking another person up does it?”
“Anyway if Alina’s dumped him he probably doesn’t want to see Genya” Fedyor says, as they head down to the car.
“What do you mean?” Ivan asks. Fedyor is always more perceptive about these things than him.
“Well she introduced them didn’t she?” Fedyor explains, “Would you want to go crying to the person who introduced us if we broke up?”
Ivan gives Fedyor a skeptical look,
“Me? Cry?”
“Oh shut up and get in the car” Fedyor scoffs.
Ivan laughs and does as he is told.
There is a beat of silence as they pull out of their parking spot that is filled with tension before Fedyor can’t help but adding,
“I am the best thing that ever happened to you!”
“Yes dear” Ivan says fondly.
*
Alina is most certainly not the best thing that’s ever happened to Aleksander. Especially not right now when she’s off God knows where and he’s sat on the side of the road, hugging his knees at nearly four in the morning.
He looks pretty pathetic as Ivan and Fedyor get out of the car. Honestly it was a miracle they saw him, tucked up like that in his black shirt and dark trousers in the gloomy pre-dawn light.
In the short drive from their apartment Fedyor has forgotten his displeasure at being woken up. When he gets out of the car he opens his arms and lets Aleksander fold himself in against him.
“You’ve got yourself into a bit of a state here haven’t you?” he says gently, “Where’s your jacket?”
“I think Alina was wearing it” Aleksander says, his voice muffled against Fedyor’s shirt.
“Of course she was,” Ivan sighs.
“Well at least it was only your jacket this time” Fedyor says, patting Aleksander’s shoulder
“And your dignity” Ivan adds, “Again.”
Aleksander looks at him with big, sad eyes and Ivan wishes he had called Genya instead. He loves Aleks, he does, but God, Straight People will be the death of him.
“What do you mean my dignity?” Aleksander asks, “And what do you mean again ?”
“He mean this whole cycle isn’t exactly healthy for the two of you is it?” Fedyor says trying to guide Aleksander to the car, but he’s planted pretty firmly to the spot as he and Ivan stare each other down.
“It’s passion!” Aleksander insists.
“Dude! Last time you broke up she totaled your fucking car!” Ivan laughs
“Yeah,” Aleksander says, “But you don’t have all the facts.”
Ivan smiles and crosses his arms, leaning back against the car,
“Oh yes, and what are the facts?”
Aleksander flounders, the lost little boy expression has returned,
“That… I… love her.”
The declaration seems to exhaust him and he flops his head down on Fedyor’s shoulder.
Ivan and Fedyor exchange a look.
“Yeah…” Fedyor says, “We’re going to call your mother.”