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There were a lot of reasons Bobbi had needed Love Händel.
More reason than he could possibly count.
There were so many things he had missed, so many things he hadn't even realized he was missing; he had forgotten how comfortable a bed could be when he wasn't the only one in it.
Bobbi had always run a bit cold, and during the years he had spent alone as soon as the temperature cooled he had been incapable of getting warm.
No amount of blankets could help, he had felt frozen from the inside out.
But now that he spent every night with Sherman on one side and Danny on the other, he finally felt warm again.
When he had been alone he had always dreaded the end of the day; that empty bed had been an imposing obstacle
Now he had come to look forward to the night.
His bedtime routine was so far from the depressing drudge he had suffered through in the past.
Now he would unwind on the couch with his boyfriends close at hand.
Sometimes they would all watch TV together, sometimes they would all be more focused on their own activities: Reading, scrolling through Danbook, painting nails, and so on and so forth.
What they were doing wasn't important, the only thing that was crucial was that they were spending time together.
Bobbi would be happy to sit there in complete silence with nothing to do at all if that meant just being close to Sheman and Danny.
But of course that wasn't what they were doing that night.
They had all cuddled up together under the fluffiest throw blanket Bobbi owned and watched a ridiculous movie about magicians pulling a heist (which Bobbi had gotten more invested in than he would have cared to admit.)
“That was amazing!” Sherman exclaimed, “We need to watch the sequel- Like, now.”
“Sherman,” Bobbi said with a shake of his head, “We can't do that… Can we?”
“No!” Danny said with a yawn.
“Why?” Bobbi and Sherman demanded in almost perfect unison.
“As much as I want to know what happens next, it’s just way too late for another two hour long movie.”
“I guess…” Bobbi relented with a sigh.
“What time is it anyway?” Sherman asked.
“It's…” Danny struggled to grab his phone without disturbing Bobbi, who was quite comfortably settled against his chest. Bobbi begrudgingly started to consider moving, but luckily Danny managed to get a hold of his phone before he had to do anything, “It’s two in the morning,” Danny said, sounding too tired to actually be alarmed or even surprised by that news.
“We should really go to bed,” Sherman remarked, although he didn’t make any attempt to get up- if anything he relaxed further into the couch and cuddled closer to Bobbi.
“Yeah…” Bobbi agreed but he stayed put too.
His eyelids felt so heavy… Maybe he would just rest his eyes for a moment.
“We’re sleeping on the couch, aren’t we?” Danny asked, sounding more amused than anything else.
“Unless you’re willing and able to carry me and Bobbi up stairs,” Sherman replied.
“Of course,” Danny said with a shake of his head, “Do you want me to turn something on for background sound?”
“Turn one of the documentaries about us on.”
“What? No,” Danny retorted, “Bobbi, do you have any suggestions?”
Bobbi felt much closer to asleep than awake, his brain definitely was not working enough for even a question as relatively simple as ‘What do you want to watch?’
So he just said, “You choose something.”
“Maybe I’ll just leave the TV off,” Danny said, but Sherman and Bobbi both protested, “No!”
“Fine, fine. Then I’m turning on the Simpsons.”
“Which season?” Sherman asked.
“I don’t know- five?”
“I wanna watch twelve.”
“Why?”
“I like that season.”
“What- How?”
Bobbi was too tired to actually pay too close attention to the following debate.
Neither Danny or Sherman was actually upset, it was more banter than bickering.
Half listening to his boyfriends carry on a pointless and lighthearted argument made for as good white noise as anything on the TV possibly could have.
Although eventually the conversation died down, and he was vaguely aware of the opening theme to the Simpsons.
Danny pulled the blanket up to better cover the three of them, then there was a quiet exchange of ‘good night’s and ‘I love you’s which Bobbi did his best to join in on, but even he was aware that his words were rather muddled by his all consuming desire to sleep.
He could feel more than hear Danny laugh in response, but he couldn’t work up the energy to even pretend to be offended by the slight mockery.
The only thing he decided to worry about was making himself more comfortable.
He fully stretched out across both his partners laps.
His feet hung awkwardly off the end of the couch, and truthfully Danny and Sherman’s legs weren’t the most comfortable things to lie on, and in doing this he had somewhat pulled the blanket off his partners.
In the morning their aching bodies which clearly told them they were no longer in their twenties would probably make them regret this a bit, but certainly not enough to dissuade them from making the same mistake the very next time the opportunity presented itself.
Even though they were positioned somewhat awkwardly, Bobbi could not have felt more comfortable.
He couldn’t remember a time he had felt this cozy and warm on such a bitterly cold winter night.