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Will sighs deeply.
The sound strangely loud in the quiet emptiness of the room. He’s been tossing and turning for better half of an hour now, unable to find a comfortable enough position.
He turns on his side, and feels around the cold empty side next to him.
Another sigh escapes his lips.
Giving up all pretenses of finding sleep, Will opens his tightly shut eyes and rips the comforter away from his body, legs swinging over the side of the bed.
On socked feet, he quietly and gently pads down the hallway and into the living room.
“I can’t sleep” he mumbles into the quiet expanse of the living room, voice just above a whisper.
The sudden declaration startles Mike. nearly making him fall off his somewhat comfy spot on the couch. He manages to save it, and warily eyes Will as he walks over and frowns down at him.
Mike clears his throat. and tries not to smile as he lifts up his blanket. A silent invitation.
Will, of course, takes it, watching as Mike shuffles further into the tiny worn out couch to make room for him. He slides in, head naturally falling into the crook of Mike’s neck.
Mike sniffs, covering up a fond huff of a chuckle—lest he risk upsetting Will again—and wraps his arm around him, pulling him flush against him.
Will sighs, cheek firmly squished against Mike’s chest.
Mike clears his throat before speaking, and softly says, “I’m sorry I said I’d leave you for young Anakin while watching Star Wars—it was stupid”
He had been joking, obviously, but Will hadn’t appreciated his joke. Which is how he had found himself getting kicked out of his own bed and sent out to sleep on the couch, a sad pillow under his arm and one measly thin blanket to cover himself up. “I actually wouldn’t leave you even if Vecna himself rose out from the pits of hell once again and commanded me to do so”
Will sucks in a breath, that particular subject still somewhat hard to joke about. He smiles, however, understanding and accepting Mike’s apology.
“Sorry I kicked you out of bed” Will replies, the soft cottony fabric of Mike’s nightshirt balled up in his fist. “I didn’t think you’d actually listen and leave” he confesses.
“You’ve kicked me out for lesser things before” Mike shrugs.
“Coming to bed with cold ass feet and shoving them against my very warm ones was a complete dick move, Michael. You deserved to sleep out here”
“I concur—complete dick move on my part“ Mike agrees, now carding his hand through Wills soft locks. “Insinuating I’d so readily leave you for anyone—fictional or not—was also a very dick move. Hence, I really did think I deserved a time out tonight”
“Obviously” Will whispers, “I’m sorry, too. I knew you were joking—“ he sighs, nuzzling onto Mike’s chest. “Still, it kind of got me thinking about what I’d do if you did leave me and well I got sad—and then mad, because fuck you Mike Wheeler—so I didn’t want to look at you”
“I love you” Mike tells him seriously, craning his head down to look at him, “and just for the record, I would never leave you, you’re it for me babe” Mike gives Will a greasy wink that helps in breaking the slight tension surrounding the air. Will shoves him slightly and Mike hums fondly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
“I love you too” Will says a beat later, leaning up to kiss the underside of Mike’s chin.
“Can we move this back into the bedroom then?” Mike asks a few beats later, “this couch is doing a number on my back. Think we need to go furniture shopping” he groans.
“What if we get one of those couches that also turns into a bed?” Will asks, “You’re bound to make me angry again” he reasons.
“Cannot argue with you there, babe” Mike says with a laugh as the pair make it back into their comfy bed to enjoy a good night’s rest in each other’s warm embrace.