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“Hey dickhead, you might wanna head to, I don’t know, maybe your fucking bed so you’re not drooling all over me like an eight year old child.” Joel looked down at Ray as he blearily rubbed his eyes and looked around. ‘He is actually eight years old, look at him. I swear to god this kid will be the death of me.’
“Joooeeeeelll, Joelllllllllllll, Jeooollll-”
“What Ray?”
“Joeeelll carry meee.” Ray made pathetic grabby hands up at him from where he was spread out across the couch, controller still laying haphazardly on his chest from where he had abandoned it. “You are a twenty five year old man, you have scruff and an apartment-” “But Joel it’s a shared apartment we share it! The responsibility is shared! Equally!” “How does that change anything?” Joel sighs and pivoted on the couch to look Ray in the face only to be met with a pout and more grabby hands.
“If I only have half of the responsibility it means I’m only half adult! That makes me half kid!”
“Ray, I don’t think thats how that works.” Joel, understanding when to pick his battles, got up from the couch and moved over to where he was strewn, but of course Ray was still lamenting his youth to whom he assumed was an interested party. It was not.
“-and that means that since kids are carried to their rooms, I should be.” He finished with an accomplished smile. “Ray, you’re already pretty much twenty years younger than me,” Joel said as he lifted him off of the couch bridal style. “professing your youth is only gonna make things weirder.” But Ray was already asleep. Again. And oh, great he was drooling. Again.
As Joel walked down the hall that led to their bedroom Ray stirred, causing Joel to pause and look down at him. Ray nuzzled his head into Joel’s giant sweatshirt and sighed softly. ‘The death of me, I just know it.’
Ray was laid gently down unto their mattress and a blanket was draped over him. “Goodnight, Ray.” Joel said before heading back into the living room to finish off a level of Halo before going to bed.