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There’s a clap of thunder.
Race sits up, having been startled out of a deep sleep.
“What was that?” he mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
“It was just thunder, baby.” says Spot, looking up from his computer.
“Thunder?” Race asks, “It’s raining?”
Spot laughs softly. “Has been for a while. total thunderstorm, started after you fell asleep. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up earlier.”
“Mm,” Race responds, “What time is it?”
“‘Round two-thirty.”
“Jeez, Spot, you’ve been working on that assignment all night. you comin’ to bed any time soon?”
Spot shrugs, looking back down at his computer as he continues typing. “Dunno.”
Race pouts at him. “You’re gonna fuck up your sleep schedule. Come to bed.”
Spot smiles, closing his computer and making his way to the bed. “All right, fine.” He wraps his arms around Race, and Race scoots closer. “You comfy?”
Race nods. “Super cozy. I hate the thunder, though.. Makes it hard for me to fall asleep.”
Spot hums in response. “I like it. S’relaxing.” He yawns.
“Fallin’ asleep already, huh?” Race laughs.
“It really is relaxing,” Spot half-mumbles, burying his face into Race’s shoulder, “S’like white noise.”
They lay there in silence for a few minutes, before Race whispers, “Love you, Spotty.”
Spot doesn’t respond, and Race maneuvers himself around to face him. Spot’s eyes are closed, and he’s breathing deeply, clearly already fast asleep. Race smiles, kisses Spot on the forehead, and listens to the rain as he falls asleep.