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Stu Macher rested his head against the wall of the solitary cell, Billy had gone away for a bit, so he was pretty fuckin’ bored. He understands that Billy is human too, and that he can’t spend all his time with Stu, even though he was the only one who can actually enter his cell (How is he able to do that? Must have some really clever break in plan or something.) He lets out a sigh, playing with his fingers as he waits for Billy to come back. Man..solitary confinement is so fuckin’ boring, at least he has Billy. It’s been…what? Ten years? Twenty? He honestly doesn’t know anymore. That period where they tried to “fix” him in the mental hospital was so much better, at least then he could do arts and crafts and shit in there, (He’s still pretty damn proud of that macaroni painting he made, it had glitter and everything!) but at least here he sees Billy way more than he did in the mental hospital, more private time with his favorite person in the world.
Stu perks up as he hears footsteps coming toward his cell. He watches as the food slot opens and a tray is pushed in without a word from the guards. About time, he was starving! He pulls tray over and examines the contents. Some crackers, a salad, a water bottle, and a cup of stew (heh, Stu) with beef and…. carrots. GROSS! He hates carrots, has since he was a kid! “Aw man! They put carrots in my stew!” he exclaimed, not noticing the other presence that had appeared in the cell. “Just pick them out, dumbass.” Stu immediately brightened when he heard that smooth, familiar (and incredibly sexy) voice. “Billy!” He jumped up like an excited puppy and barreled over to where Billy stood, tackling him in a hug. (Ignore that his arms went through Billy’s back, ignore that all he could feel was a slight chill, Billy was here and he was fine. He was fine. Billy was fine.) “Geez dude, that was like five minutes, chill the fuck out.” Stu breathed out a laugh. “I know, I just..I miss you, Billy baby.” Billy rolled his eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his fondness for the nickname. “I told you to stop calling me that, shithead.” He playfully flicks Stu’s forehead. (See? He felt that! He definitely felt that! Billy’s alive and well and here and beautiful!) Stu laughs again and gives a lopsided grin. “Aww, don’t act like you don’t like it honey pie!” Billy gags and gives Stu an incredulous look, although a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Now you’re pushing it, Macher.” Stu just beams at him. “What? You don’t like it when I call you my honey pie? My sugar plum? My shcnookums? My honey woney pookie bear?” Billy cuts him off with a hand on his face. “Alright, I get it! That’s enough!” Billy removed his hand, and Stu could see the smirk on his face (A smirk that he definitely, absolutely, positively could not see before, obviously, why would he? Billy’s very solid hand was in the way!)
“I love you too, you fucking dork, now eat your damn food.” Stu is pulled from his spiraling thoughts (Spiraling? No, he wasn’t spiraling! These were completely normal thoughts!) by Billy’s voice…and his lips as Billy presses a cold kiss to his cheek, and his cheeks burst into flames, God, even after all these years the slightest affection from Billy could get him all flustered. “But Biiilly! They put carrots in my stew Billy!” He pouts like any respectable forty-something year old man would in this situation. “And I told you to use your damn common sense and pick them out. It’s not like you have any other options, so it’s that or starve.” Stu’s pout grows even more pathetic, if that’s possible. “But the carrots touched it all so it’s all gonna be groooss Billyyy!” Billy scoffs and shakes his head, walking over and sitting next to where Stu had set the tray on the floor. “Come on, you need to eat.” Stu follows like the lap dog he is. (Fuckin’ Randy Meeks, still in his head, he is not a lap dog!) He sits across from Billy, and after a pointed look from the other, begrudgingly starts picking the carrots out of the cooling stew. He takes a bite once he’s triple-checked that he got all of them out…not as bad as he thought, but he won’t say that to Billy. “Good boy, that wasn’t so hard.” Stu freezes, cheeks heating up. (Shut the fuck up he is not a dog!) “Pfft, whatever. It’s still gross.” He takes another bite. “Uh huh, sure.”
They sit in a comfortable silence as Stu eats his dinner, he offers some to Billy, he always does, but he always declines saying he’s not hungry. (Sometimes Stu wished Billy wouldn’t eat before visiting him so that they could eat together. That had to be why he was never hungry.) Eventually he finishes and pushes the tray back through the slot, leaning back against the wall, smiling softly as he sees Billy join him. The thing he probably missed the most from before they got caught was their movie night. Just them, some horror movie, and endless cuddles and snacks. The cuddling was definitely his favorite part; he’s a cuddly person! He sighs happily and rests his head on the wall next to Billy’s shoulder, practically purring as Billy’s hand came up to stroke his hair. They stayed like that for a while before the lights went out, signaling bedtime. “Stay with me?” He asked Billy in a voice that was definitely not pathetic. “Oh, fine, just this once.” Billy sighed. Stu immediately broke into a wide grin, jumping onto the cot and making grabby hands for his lover. He could practically hear Billy’s eye roll as he climbed on after him. Jesus H Christ this man is cold, he anemic or something? Regardless, he snuggles up to his boyfriend and sighs happily, quickly falling asleep. (Ignore that the mattress doesn’t change at all under Billy’s weight, ignore how while Stu slept his arm will occasionally seem to go through Billy’s body, ignore the way that after Stu had been asleep for a while Billy just…faded. Because it was all fine. It was fine. Billy was fine.)