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It had been 15 minutes after Morgan told Alex they were responsible for the Kryptocite rumor and Alex was still sad.
“you know.” Morgan started, “There is this British baking show, maybe that would cheer you up at least a little bit?”
Alex shrugged despondently.
Morgan continued, “It’s super wholesome. I promise.”
“… how wholesome…”
“I heard two of the judges will make sure any footage of a contestant crying gets tainted so it’s unable to be aired.”
“Tainted?”
“They swear and say brand names to protect the contestants.”
“Okay, that is very wholesome.”
“Plus some of the contestants and judges are queer.”
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Alex wasn’t moving to sit, so Morgan grabbed Alex and pulled them onto the couch with them. Alex wasn’t expecting to be moved, so they toppled on top of Morgan on the couch. Morgan giggled at the graceless movement, and Alex cracked a small smile. They ended up with their back leaning against Morgan’s chest. It was surprisingly comfortable.
After a while of watching, Morgan snuggled closer and said “who do you think is going to win?”
Alex hummed, “Not sure yet, maybe Peter?”
“Really? I was thinking Steven or Sophie.” Morgan replied.
“You can’t pick two. That’s cheating.” Alex replied.
Morgan said, “Fine, uh Sophie.”
The show continued and the first baker leaving was announced: Peter.
“Nooooooooooooo,” Alex said while flopping over away from Morgan and being as dramatic as possible.
Morgan burst out laughing “The mighty S-Tier brought low by The Great British Bake Off.” Then they flopped over to join Alex and settled on top of them this time. Morgan squirmed a bit and then decided lying on Alex wasn’t as comfortable as they wanted. When they righted themself and looked down at Alex, who still seemed a bit sad. So Morgan got up and told Alex to lift his head up. They did and Morgan sat back down so that Alex’s head could rest in their lap. Alex looked confused, but Morgan just guided their head down to rest so they could both watch the next episode and Morgan could stroke Alex’s hair. After a few minutes, Alex was so relaxed they started to doze.
As Alex lay peacefully, Morgan’s doubts started to creep in. They should have thought to mention this. They should have avoided this situation entirely. They should have known Alex would be affected by this. How could they be so stupid and negligent and awful and— “Hey” Alex interrupted.
“i’m fine” Morgan said.
“Your brain was being mean to you again, right?” Alex pressed.
Morgan shifted. “I messed up”
“you didn’t realize”
“I hurt you”
“Sadness won’t kill me”
“I ruined your day.”
“And now you are making it up to me.”
“… I suck.”
“5 things. You owe me 5 things you like about yourself for that absolute nonsense. Go”
“I’m good at Mario cart”
“One”
“My last death trap was pretty good.”
“Two”
“I can rewire keypads”
“Three”
“I got to D rank”
“without killing anyone; I could never.”
“My farmers market stall is doing well.”
“Five. Good job. Feel better?”
“I was supposed to make you feel better, not the other way around”
“We’ll make each other feel better. Okay? Now get closer so I can cuddle the sad out of you” Alex transformed into a cat and started licking Morgan’s face. They couldn’t help but giggle at the aggressive affection. Eventually Alex settled on Morgan’s lap for a nap and all of the pets. And at the end of the day they both felt a little better and a lot closer.