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Movie night was always interesting. The fact that you, nor your movie partner liked sitting still for hours on end meant that by the time all the movies were watched, there were blankets and pillows everywhere. Cleaning up was always a process, but it had to be done. Or did it?
As the man next to you moved to get off the couch/floor he laid over, you stopped him. Faust made a noise of confusion, raising an eyebrow you couldn't see under his bag. You explained your new idea, a pillow fort sleepover! The doctor chuckled a bit and spoke in his slow, odd way.
“Is it really, sleepover if… both… live here?” Faust punctuated his question with a tilt of his head. You always found it adorable. The way he made up for his hidden facial expressions with body language. He did have a bit of a point, though. Was it really a sleepover if you both already lived there? Ah, who cares, it'll be fun!
After a quick dash to your bedroom, you brought back the last of the pillows and blankets, which weren't many at that point. Most were already in the room from the movie night. Faust had already begun to set up the fort, the couch being the main source of the comfy structure. After your help, and a few collapses, the fort was made! You crawled inside and excitedly told Faust to follow! Except… he didn't. You poked your head out to see him staring at the fort, seemingly lost in thought.
He jumped a little when you called his name again, asking why he wasn't coming in. The doctor stared at you as he sat on his knees, red eye almost burning through you. He said nothing, the gears in his head turning once more. Then it hit you. How is he supposed to fit?
Faust suddenly got up, the movement startling you somewhat. He grabbed another blanket you had laying off to the side, unused in your construction. The lanky doctor shuffled back and kneeled down in front of the fort entrance, draping the blanket around his lower back. He then leaned forward and laid down on the floor on his belly, top half in the fort with you, bottom half covered by the blanket. Despite your apologies about the fort being too small, as well as you insisting that you can just sleep in the bed tonight, Faust shook his head.
“Want you, to be… happy. I'm, comfortable here. Well… almost,” he spoke sweetly. You could hear the smile in his words as he looked at you, rolling onto his side. You were about to ask what he meant when his long arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. Giggles erupted from both of you as you playfully tried to get away, not actually wanting to leave his hold. He knew you didn't want to actually leave. He'd let you go in a heartbeat if you did, never wanting to make you feel trapped or uncomfortable. Just another thing you loved about him.
After a minute of this, you both calmed down, nuzzling into each other happily. A large hand slowly stroked your hair, twisting and curling it around much too long fingers. It always made you feel so relaxed when he played with your hair like this. Not as relaxed as it made Faust, though. He loved to fidget with things, whether it be his scalpel, his clothing, or even his own fingers. Those were all well and good, but playing with your hair was his absolute favorite. There was just something different when the strands twisted through his fingers. Maybe it was the texture. Maybe it was the fluidity of the strands. Maybe it was because it was your hair, meaning you were with him. It was probably that one.
Hours had passed of you two just cuddling together, talking, laughing, sometimes just listening to each other breathe. It was one of the reasons you loved Faust so much. You didn't need to do anything, you could just be. Be in the moment together, holding each other. This usually ended in you both falling asleep, this time being no different as you yawned, the doctor's fingers lightly scratching your scalp.
“Tired?” He whispered to you. You nodded against his chest. “Me too… had, very nice evening with you… even if, don't fit in fort.” You giggled at that, making him chuckle in return. A small rustle of paper was heard as he removed his bag, setting it next to the both of you. Next was the gentle click of his glasses being folded and placed on the bag.
Despite you two being together for a while now, you never saw him without his bag often. You asked him once if he didn't feel comfortable enough around you, and he vehemently denied that. He explained, in great detail, that you made him feel the most comfortable he has felt in years. Further explaining brought about the fact he feels like a different person without the bag. You were about to ask what he meant, but the loom of sorrow, guilt, and fear in his eye told you exactly what he meant. He apologized and suggested he could take it off more, but you rejected that, explaining that you understood it was important to him.
Still, even if he takes it off every night, that gives you an opportunity every night to treasure the trust he has in you. The trust to allow you to see his face, his vulnerability, his emotions. It was no less special each time. It made moments like this even more sweet, the crooked grin across his face showing nothing but adoration towards you.
“Love you, lots…” Faust yawned, drowsiness seeming to hit him as well. You looked up and placed a kiss on his chin. You could see the smile on his face grow even bigger as he looked down at you, kissing your forehead and hugging you even closer. His spidery fingers drew his blanket around you, just so you could be that much closer to him.
A long inhale and exhale told you he had fallen asleep with you in his arms. You liked to make sure he fell asleep first, or he might never do it himself. Gently, you nuzzled into his chest once more and allowed yourself to drift off. The floor might make you sore in the morning, but this moment would make it all worth it.