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Matthew was tired. That wasn’t an unusual occurrence; he worked long hours and often had trouble decompressing enough at night to sleep soundly. He was banking on a quiet evening with his husband upon arriving home and had successfully coaxed Ivan into an early bedtime, if only so he could take advantage of Ivan’s broad frame as his favorite pillow. For the moment, he was content, dozing against Ivan’s shoulder while said man occupied himself otherwise.
Unfortunately he had married a man who loved to make himself a nuisance. Luckily for said husband, Matthew was blessed with an endless well of patience.
“Matvey, what would you do if I did that to you?” Ivan’s sudden voice cut through Matthew’s peace. He held his phone near Matthew’s face, the bright light just enough to cause him to squint.
Matthew made an unhappy grunt, turning so he could face Ivan better. He didn’t bother reaching for his glasses, for he truthfully couldn’t bring himself to care enough. The video was silent so as to not disturb the quiet of the room and the subtitles were in Russian, but Matthew did not need much context to understand what was going on.
On the scene was a video of one of those obnoxious prank videos between husband and wife, ones which the husband’s actions made him proud that he did not identify as heterosexual. The wife played her traditional role: cleaning the house, something her husband could have been helping her with, instead of purposefully re-messing the area like some sort of toddler. The miserable expression on her face made him wonder when the divorce was coming. “I don’t know, make you clean it up?”
“Matvey, have some self-respect,” chided Ivan.
“Kill you, then,” said Matthew, only the bare hint of irritation creeping into his voice. He was not a violent person outside of the ice rink, but he felt a headache coming from behind his eyes and truly wished to go back to being blissfully unaware of the world outside their bedroom.
Ivan nodded sagely and Matthew got the impression that he had passed some sort of test.
Ivan went back to scrolling on his phone and Matthew pillowed himself against his shoulder once again. He closed his eyes, making a mental note in the back of his mind that Ivan had given him permission to eliminate him if he ever started acting like online content creators.