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"I'm home," Rick calls from the entryway. Benji hears the sound of the door closing and keys dropping on the entryway table.
He turns up the volume on his device, absentmindedly stirring the pot of orange juice on the stove as he one-handedly taps out "Hi."
Rick's footsteps come closer. "I missed you," he says, draping himself over Benji's back. "Kiss?"
Benji is grinning too hard for a good kiss, but he affectionately bumps their mouths together. Teeth clack, and Rick laughs.
"What are you making?" he inquires, taking over stirring the orange juice so his brother can type out his answer.
"Orange noodles," Benji's device tells him.
Rick suppresses a laugh. "You know, that's not the usual definition of orange noodles," he says, peering at the pot. "Is that orange juice?"
"Yes," Benji says. "Is it boiling?"
"Yeah, want me to add the spaghetti?"
"Yes please."
"Don't make me eat this," Rick warns, dumping a serving of noodles into the boiling juice.
"It's all for me," Benji types out, laughing. He leans up for another kiss, and Rick obliges.