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“Dex! Dex! I’m in love!!” comes Nursey’s voice from within yet another show-case room, and if it weren’t for the fact that Dex had heard him say that about three different lamps within the last hour, his pulse might have risen at those words, but Nursey has also made an ode to an extremely ugly vase as they walked past it, so he just sighs as he turns the corner and sees Nursey staring lovingly at the wall of a fake bedroom. It is covered in a wallpaper depicting falling leaves in warm shades of orange.
“Why are you staring at the fucking wall Nurse?” He manages to make it sound flat and annoyed despite the way his chest squeezes at seeing the way Nursey reverently traces the outline of a leaf on the wall.
“Because it’s perfect Dex and because I need it in my life” Nursey almost whines.
“No. You don’t. We need a sofa from which I can destroy you at Mario cart.”
“Well yes, but have you thought about what’s behind the sofa? We could have like a feature wall in the living room. Bringing the feel of autumn to the big city. Don’t you miss the leaf piles at Samwell?” Dex quickly banishes memories of removing dried leaves from Nursey’s hair and distinctly not touching his face and gets out:
“No Nurse they were hell to rake, and something kept scattering them”
“But it totally matches your aesthetic!”
“Zero: I don’t have an aesthetic. One: you mean my hair, the colour of which I don’t exactly control and…”
“Yes, you do!”, Nursey interrupts. “You could totally colour it. I think blue would suit you or maybe pink to match…”
Dex slaps his hand over Nursey’s mouth and tackles them into the bed behind him. An intense wrestling match ensues, and Dex has just managed to pin both of Nursey’s arms above his head when he hears an “Oh!” from behind and turns his head to see a young woman with a buzz-cut quickly walking backwards out of view. As he turns back to Nursey he hears her say:
“No let’s go that way instead, some couple was just, um, testing the springs of the bed in there.”
Dex blushes bright red as he realises the wrestling match has brought him to a sitting position on top of Nursey holding his hands above his head bringing his full, now uncovered, lips barely a foot from his own. A weird look crosses Nurseys eyes before he smirks and comments:
“See, that’s what I mean Dexypoo. Pink hair would really match your blush”
It takes all of Dex’ resolve not to let go and step back so hurriedly he would have lost his balance. It takes all of Dex’ resolve not to lean in and kiss that stupid smirk off Nursey’s goddamn face. He stands up and even manages to give Nursey a totally bro-y hand up while muttering:
“Shut up”, and after a slight pause “I thought you wanted me to match your stupid wall” and Dex is going to die, living with Nursey again, because Nursey’s face lights up and he grabs both of his shoulders shaking him slightly as he says:
“Wait! My wall? Does that mean we’re getting it? You’ve called it my wall. We’re getting it. No take-backsies Dexy-lexy.” At the last words he lets go of Dex’ shoulders and turns up his nose and Dex’ only defence from getting up on tiptoes and kissing it is shrugging and turning away saying:
“Fine, as long as I never have to hear you waxing poetic about ‘Leaves falling gently within your home’ or some shit.”
He can’t wait to hear Nursey’s inevitable limericks about the wallpaper.