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Pol is on a mission. Not an official one, as it’s both 3 am and things have been running smoothly in the main family. His mission is a more personal one, a rather unprofessional one at that. He’s looking for his boyfriend, who has most likely fallen asleep while doing extra work. The only problem is, he doesn’t know where Arm is.
He first checks the kitchens, poking around after seeing nobody inhabiting the area, for any signs that Arm has been there recently. He finds the kettle still a tad warm and deducts with his self-proclaimed detective skills that his lover was recently here making hot chocolate. The instant hot chocolate mix wrapper left on the table helps with that, of course.
Next he presses his ear to Tankhun’s door, because even though there was no movie night scheduled, you can never know with the young master. Alas, the only thing he hears is the light snoring of an at-peace former mafia heir.
Creeping down the hallway, he startles into Pete shuffling around. Trying to get some warm milk from the kitchen, he assumes, to help with nightmares. They stand and stare at each other for a moment. A silent communication saying, “I won’t tell if you don’t,” because neither of them are supposed to be awake at this hour, no one is.
After a few more minutes of shuffling down the stairs, he reaches the weapons room, the last of the areas Arm is most likely to be in. Fortunately, Pol doesn’t have to look more, seeing his boyfriend fast asleep, with weapons and intelligence devices surrounding him, as well as a (what he assumes to be) still warm cup of hot chocolate. Pol quietly smiles at himself, taking in the scene around him. Arm looks at peace, as everyone does during sleep. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out with nothing to worry about at the moment. Pol hates having to wake him up every time he finds him around the house late at night, but he knows it’s impossible to take him back to their room without causing a ruckus and waking him up unpleasantly.
“Arm? Wake up, my love” he whispers, getting a hum in response. “Darling, we need to go back to our room and i can’t Carey you without ruining your hard work.”
That gets his boyfriend alert and awake. He stands up slowly and shakes of the remnants of sleep from his tired form. Pol picks up the glass of hot chocolate and loops his arm through his lover’s waiting one.
The quiet chirping of crickets plays in the background as they make their way up the stairs. As they reach their room, Pol slips out of his boyfriends grasp and opens the door. Arm follows him inside and takes the hot chocolate from his hand, setting it on the table.
He removes his glasses and crawls into his bed, reaching out to Pol, an invitation to join him. Pol obliges and slips under the blankets, resting his head near the crook of Arm’s neck and running his hands through the soft, unstyled hair above him.
He hums and shuffles closer as he hears his boyfriend’s breath become steady, signifying Arm going back to sleep. He relaxes and lets the world fade away, content in his lover’s arms