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It was 2 in the morning. Matt woke to some noise, he was used to this as a small shift from 5 dorms away wakes him. This time the sound was closer, a sniffle coming from the bed across from him. A sound quiet enough the average human ear would not hear, leaving trying to shake it off. Foggy was crying. Matt shirked under the sheets until Foggy’s footsteps echoed in the hallway. Matt bolted up, wanting to comfort his ~~crush~~, best friend but doesn’t know-how. Waiting for Foggy to come back, his nose shifting and a damp shirt.
“Is everything alright, Fogs, need to talk about it?” Matt asked as standing up. twiddling with his sleeves and his sweats tucked into his socks.
“What? yeah, everything’s fine. Nothing to say” he said quickly, picking up the pace to get back between the sheets.
Matt intercepted him before, “look-” a tear dropped before Matt could finish and Foggy was pulled into a hug. In the centre of this tiny dorm. God, he loved how Foggy smells — of smoke and sandalwood — Matt wanted to hold him close forever. Foggy, nestles his head in the crook of Matt’s neck. Foggy pulls back until their faces are only inches apart. Matt’s hands moved to the sides of Foggy’s face; grazing his stubble. Matt inches closer to complete the gap between them. Their lips brush; moving slowly. Foggy tasted of salt. He leaned back until just their foreheads lean against one another.
“Mattie, you sure this is a good idea?” Foggy questioned in a whisper. Matt stroked foggy’s long hair. Not wanting to be even an inch away from him.
“I just know whatever you’re going through no matter the time I want to be here for you. I’ve felt like this for a long time” Matt’s voice wavering doubting if Foggy feels the same. He still wipes Foggy’s tearing wanting to do anything to make him feel better.
“Matt, I’m willing to try, if you keep kissing me like that” he teases and pulls Matt back in. Matt smiles against his mouth and kisses him properly. Matt trying to get a full image of Foggy, rubbing his hands up and down his sides. Foggy walks them back to his bed — Matt lays down as foggy hovers over — the two’s lips never disattaching. until
“Foggy, well I’d love to keep this going, we do have class” Matt states “we should sleep a little at least.”
“yeah sure, could you” Foggy pauses a hitch in his voice “could you stay here though? I can’t sleep alone right now”
“Of course” Matt understands that feeling better than anyone. The two pull laying on top of the covers, as matt lays an arm over foggy’s torso grounding himself with foggy’s heartbeat.