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“Baby? Isak?” Even’s voice has a weird underwater quality until Isak finally comes to; groggily waking up to Even sitting on the edge of the bed, palm warm on Isak’s cheek.
He nuzzles into it, croaks out a hoarse “hey” back in greeting.
“Napping?” Even smiles, the pad of his thumb smoothing over Isak’s cheekbone, and Isak notices how he’s still wearing his winter jacket and wool scarf.
“Yeah, fell asleep I guess. Did you just come home?”
“Yeah.”
“What time is it?”
“17:30”
“Oh.” Isak lazily sits up in bed, wakes his laptop back up with two fingers on the keypad. “…Shit, I should get back to studying.”
He’s still feeling a little cross-eyed with sleep, but he’s down to t minus 15 hours before his exam. Gotta make the most of it.
Even presses a kiss to his curls, then his temple. “I’ll start on dinner.”
Isak looks up from his laptop, catches Even’s hand just as he stands up from bed. Pulling on it, he draws him back down. Tries to let his gratitude and love for him bleed into the kiss,
“…I’m sorry for being-“
“Being what?”
“…Like, all stressed out and weird. I just really… I want to do well on this exam, y’know?”
“I know, Is.” Even kisses him again. “…And you will. You’ll ace it.”
“Hah. I hope so.”
“You will.” Kiss. “…And then tomorrow…” kiss “we’re-“ kiss, “…flying out.” Kiss. “…And we’ll have all the time in the world.”
Isak smiles against Even’s chapped lips, his stomach fluttering at the thought of their post-exams Tromsø cabin trip.
“Tomorrow.”
A promise.
“Tomorrow.”