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Fit is tired. Ramón's been gone for– he doesn't know, around a few weeks. He can't exactly pinpoint the time. So much has happened since he's been gone.
He's sat in Chume Labs, watching Pac fidget with some create things. He'd be watching Tubbo, but for once, the 19 year old isn't awake. (Good, he thinks, kid needs his rest.)
Pac mumbles something in Portugese, something the translator doesn't quite pick up. Luckily, Fit understands, it's something along the lines of Pac just muttering to the mice; or, ratinhos. He's seen those mice scramble around the island, usually around Pac and Mike.
He's seen the mice along with his huevitos, sometimes, which is nice. They seem to get along, and with Phil's crows.
...
"Oi, Fit?" Pac says, snapping Fit out of his thoughts.
"Yes, Pac?" He replies, trying to act as if he didn't just get stuck in his thoughts for awhile, completely blocking out all words.
"You looked like you were- uh, uhm,- dozing off! Sleeping."
Fits eyes widen, "Oh, sorry." (Because what else is there to say?)
"Não, não, it's okay! I was just wondering if you were alright."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Fit says, stretching his arms behind his head. His body aches.
"..Okay.. If you need to go to sleep, you can."
Pac is worried. He's worried about Fit, the man keeps dozing off. It Isn't like Fit; the other is always so.. up and active. Not this.
He did invite Fit a seat– he doesn't want him falling asleep and banging his head– which the American did accept, sitting down next to the other.
He tries to push away those thoughts, focusing on the potions he's making. He only stops when he feels a weight on his shoulder.
"Fit–?" He asks, looking on his shoulder; only to see the previously mentioned man. Fits asleep, head laid on Pacs shoulder.
Pac gasps, almost dropping one of the spider eyes. He gently places it on the table, before his eyes look over at Fit again.
He's tempted to wake the American up, but he looks so peaceful. So.. calm. He's seen Fit calm, the man always is, but this feels different. He's sleeping around Pac.
He hasn't heard anything about Fit sleeping around people, but he guesses it's just not a normal thing to talk about. (Or.. Pacs special. Just maybe.)
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his heart that feels like it's going 1,000 miles per hour.
He gently puts a hand on Fits shoulder, trying to ignore the way Fit shifts and his face scrunched up when he does so.
Pac looks around, before his eyes land on Fit again. He likes Fit like this.. in a friend way. (Pac doesn't like Fit like that.. totally not. They're just roommates who don't live together, aren't they?)
He wants to touch Fit more, but that'd risk Fit waking up. It's a stretch Pac could even put a hand on his shoulder without waking him.
The only sound in the lab is Pacs breathing, if he ignores the noises of machines buzzing. (The machines Mike made. His heart aches.)