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Eddie should be arriving any minute now. Steve’s been collecting all of the blankets in his apartment for their movie night. So far he’s grabbed a couple throw blankets gifted from Mrs. Claudia and Ms. Joyce, his comforter from his bed, and the hall closet is calling to him now to see if there’s anything hidden there. A knock sounds right as he opens the hall closet so Steve grabs the blankets he sees and heads for the living room again.
“It’s open!”
Barely a moment passes before the door swings open, bags crinkling from where they hang on Eddie’s arm.
“Hey, sweetheart!”
Eddie grins and toes his boots off, laces already undone. Steve can see the outline of different candies in the bag, but he’s most excited for the sour gummy worms. A six pack gets set on the table and then Steve’s been tugged closer to Eddie. A kiss gets pressed to both of cheeks (a habit Eddie picked up when he heard about the infamous Mrs. Harrington greeting Steve the same way) and then finally a kiss to his lips (an Eddie-only specialty).
“What’d you bring us?”
“Just some snacks, plus the best movies I could find.” The grin on Eddie’s face turns mischievous though, backing up to show off his choices. Just by the covers alone Steve knows he’s in for a night of making fun of bad acting.
He’s cut off from answering when the oven beeps. “Go ahead and put one of those in, I made pizza.”
The kitchen is nice and warm when he steps in, oven heating the small space. His heating has been out for the past few days, fan running but only succeeding in pushing air around with no warmth. As soon as he’d realized, Steve called the office but with the landlord on vacation it’s a waiting game for it to be fixed. Hopefully he and Eddie will be curled up under the blankets by the time the chill settles back in the apartment.
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This is the second movie they’ve watched, the first one a horror movie with an ending where the killer gets away with it – Steve’s least favorite. What’s the point of having a final girl if she’s going to die in a cut to black scene? Luckily, Eddie hasn’t said anything about the cold surrounding them. On the screen, the main love interest is pulled into a desperate kiss.
“Wait, why is she forgiving him? He literally slept with her sister? And hit on her mom?”
Eddie tries to answer through his laughter, “Because she’s in love with him and he can do no wrong. Stop looking at me like that! I’m not the one who wrote it that way!”
“You’re the one that brought the movie!”
“That’s just because I knew you’d get all worked up about it. You always have something to say about what the characters are doing, it’s not like people in real life act like this.” Eddie eats another handful of popcorn, kernels falling to the floor, before he sits back.
“I think we should move on to the most important question of the night.”
Or maybe Eddie had noticed how cold the apartment was.
“What is this?”
Or not.
Eddie’s got a furry blanket pinched between two fingers and held out between them like it’s diseased. To be fair to him, the texture looks like a wet dog, fur stuck up in odd places and smooth in others. Steve has no idea how the blanket is in his possession. It must be one of the ones he grabbed from the closet, but after this it’ll be in the trash for sure.
“Be honest with me,” and Eddie’s face morphs into one a little more serious, “is this from an animal?” The right corner of his mouth is twitching though, curling into a smile when Steve shakes his head quickly.
“Absolutely not! Why would I have something made from a literal animal in my house? No way. It’s just some old blanket that I didn’t realize was in the closet when I was grabbing blankets. Give it to me.”
The blankets covering them are tangled up in their legs, but Steve still manages to get out without uncovering Eddie. He takes the blanket from Eddie’s pinched fingers and heads towards the front door. No point in putting it into the trash when he can place it here and just take it out next time he leaves. Steve drops it in a pile right below where he hangs his keys and heads back to the living room. Next time he heads out he can toss it.
Right now he’s got more important things to do, like cuddle up with his boyfriend and judge terrible script writing.