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Cyril had been going through the script for the next episode of a TV drama when his partner stormed into the bedroom and flopped face-first into the pillows.
"Welco–"
He flinches as the writer abruptly lets out a muffled shriek of frustration.
"...Rough day?" He meekly asks. Rene simply rolls over onto his side to face the other man.
"Do not even get me started." He says, tone clipped. "The entire cast are some of the most insufferable divas I've ever worked with! I've already revised the script five times for them, and it's still "unfit for their personality"... As if pretending to have an entirely different persona isn't their job?!"
Cyril has to suppress a fond chuckle as Rene's rant ends with him dramatically plopping his face back into the pillows with a groan of irritation. "Alright, that's enough moping, love, come on..."
Rene lets out an indignant huff as the blue-haired man gathers him into an embrace, cradling his head and gently rocking him back and forth as he does.
"I'm not a child, sweetness." Rene mumbles. The softly-uttered pet name makes Cyril's pulse jump in his neck
"Maybe not, but you're certainly in need of comfort, the actor softly retorts as he presses a kiss to his partner's cheek. He fondly thumbs at the edges of the star-shaped patch over where Rene's left eye would have been "Let yourself be selfish. Just this once, please?"
Rene can't help but melt at Cyril's words, the kiss damn near turning him into a puddle of mush in his lover's arms. For the first time that night, he cracks a smile and lets a giddy little giggle escape him.
"Ah, fine. The things I let you do..." He sighs, reaching up to wrap his arms around the other man's neck.
Cyril laughs as Rene finally relents, shifting to lay on his back with his partner's head resting on his chest. The older man sighs and buries his face in Cyril's shirt.
Rene's agitated whisperings of "I seriously might gut a man tomorrow..." do not escape the actor's ears.
"Murder is a felony, love." Cyril says simply, kissing the top of Rene's head as if the writer hadn't just said something seriously concerning.
"Oh, how you stifle me so, sweetness." Rene pouts, though there's no real motive to it other than his usual dramatics. The other man giggles, squeezing Rene tighter which elicits a soft "Oof" out of him.
"You've really got to stop making such threats out of the blue like that, love. Your studio's HR department's called me at least five times in the last two weeks..."
"Did they now?" Rene says, huffing out a laugh as if it were an achievement.
"Well don't go gloating about it." The actor reprimands, giving his partner a whack on the right shoulder.
"Alright, alright, no need to get so physical!" The writer groans, rubbing his (absolutely uninjured, completely unbruised) shoulder. "I need that arm to pay the bills, mind you."
Cyril scoffs, craning his head down and pressing a consolation kiss to Rene's shoulder. "You'll live." He runs his fingers over the strings of his lover's eyepatch.
"May I? You've had it on all day..."
"Oh, please, go ahead."
Those words are all the permission Cyril needs to untie, or at least attempt to untie, Rene's eyepatch.
"You tie this so tightly, love."
Rene laughs as his partner struggles, reaching behind his head to undo the tie himself, much to the other man's bafflement. "You're just not used to it, sweetness." The writer playfully chides, leaning back against Cyril's shoulder.
The actor sighs fondly as the two of them settle into a comfortable snuggle.
"You've got more filming tomorrow, yes?" Rene asks, idly fiddling with the ends of his partner's long hair.
"Yeah. Don't worry, I can drive myself." Cyril says, responding to the writer's unspoken offer.
Rene yawns, and Cyril notices his partner's eyelids beginning to droop. "It's fine. You can ride with me. Your studio's on the way to mine, and..." Another yawn, at which Cyril laughs this time.
"Take a nap first, love, we'll figure out the details when you're less grumpy and sleepy, hm?"
"Oh, fine..." Rene mumbles, slotting his head underneath Cyril's chin.
"'m too wiped to cook... I'll order food when I wake up..."
"Fine by me, love." Cyril says, pressing a kiss to Rene's temple.
"I'll wake you in an hour. Sleep well."
"Mnh..."
A comforting silence soon settles over the room.