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It's annoying that Chris's SUV is down for repairs, but he's pretty certain Ethan won't mind him borrowing his car - especially considering it's to surprise his still-asleep partner with breakfast in bed.
Chris plucks the key from the rack, smiling at the little rectangular keychain reading "love is love" in front of the asexual, aromantic, and queerplatonic pride flags, the one that matches his own keys. In the garage, he sighs as he passes his SUV, the tools spread around it, the hood open. "Soon, buddy," he murmurs, giving it a pat like it's a wounded warhorse.
On the other side of the garage is Ethan's car, a beat-up dull blue thing he refuses to replace for sentimental reasons. It's a contrast to the shiny tidiness of Chris's vehicle, fast food detritus on the floor of the passenger side and - is that mold?
Chris makes a face as he gingerly gets in. There are gray streaks everywhere and suspicious-looking sack-like things tucked in a few corners. Chris eyes it all warily. Living with a man made entirely of mold means he's no stranger to this sort of thing, but at least they're sure to keep the house clean. He'd had no idea the car was such a disaster. Though it being part of him...maybe Ethan is comfortable with this? Maybe he doesn't even notice.
Chris pulls out his phone, hits his top speed-dial, and waits for Ethan's sleepy greeting. "Babe," he says with deceptive sweetness, "why does the inside of your car look like cheese that's been left in the fridge for too long?"
"...what?"
"Your car is full of mold."
Chris can almost hear his sleepy blink. "Why are you in my car?"
"I was going to bring you coffee and breakfast. Now I'm not sure it's even safe to be in here."
The line is silent. Did he fall back asleep? "Ethan?"
"My car," Ethan mutters, and, yeah, he sounds like he's drifting off again already. "Mold is my copilot." The line clicks off.
Chris groans, nearly thumps his head dramatically against the steering wheel - then thinks better of it when he sees the smattering of spores there. That man is lucky he loves him, mold problem or not.