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"'s cold," Benrey complained for the fifth time in a row.
Gordon groaned, rolled over, and mashed his face back into the pillow to have a silent scream before responding. "Still not my problem. At all."
"ur house is better," Benrey mumbled, almost certainly smushing his entire face into his phone. "very warmer."
"Very– look, man, you're just gonna have to deal with it until the morning."
"nuh-uh."
"Then get up and– and fucking fix your heater, man, I can't solve this for you! It's three in the fucking morning!"
Benrey was silent for a moment, and Gordon felt a brief moment of hope that he had either given up or fallen back asleep. "dunno how to fix it," Benrey muttered a second later, clearly miffed.
Gordon closed his eyes, wishing this wasn't his life. "Just fucking– go back to sleep, man, I really don't care–"
"'m coming over," Benrey mumbled, voice almost incomprehensible.
“–abo– I– hold on, you"–Gordon shot up in bed–"no, no Benrey don't you dare–"
Accompanied by a quiet crackling sound and a soft purple light, Benrey materialized about two horizontal feet away from his bed, and also about six feet vertically. And then he fell with a thud that almost echoed through the rest of the apartment. Thank fucking god I don't have downstairs neighbors yet, Gordon thought hysterically before he switched on his bedside light and stared at the blanket-swaddled Benrey-lump suddenly curled up on his floor, groaning in pain about how Gordon was cheating by moving the map level downwards.
"Benrey," Gordon begged helplessly, "why."
"it was coooold," Benrey complained again, voice muffled by the floor.
Gordon groaned and rolled onto his back, Benrey remaining quiet for long enough that Gordon managed to find enough pity in himself to peek back over the side of the bed. Benrey hadn't moved, the quiet shuffling sounds under his shell of blankets being the only sign he was actually conscious. Gordon sighed. "Benrey."
"whuh?" Benrey sat up, blanket still completely draped over his head. He looked around wildly, as if he expected to be actually able to see anything. "whereami?"
Gordon couldn't help snorting. "Dude, fucking– here." He reached out, pulling the blanket off of Benrey's head, revealing a tinted nose and cheeks and one of the worst cases of bedhead ever seen before.
Benrey stared at him, looking as bewildered as always as a large clump of hair fell directly over his eyes. "whuh?" he repeated.
Gordon quietly snorted again, ignoring Benrey's look of satisfaction as he reached out to brush the hair away from his eyes and– “Hooooly shit you're cold!"
Benrey blinked slowly at him. "uh, yeah. duh. told you that already."
"Yeah, but–" Gordon shook his hand out, trying to keep his suddenly ice-cold fingertips from spreading a shiver to the rest of his body. "Jesus christ, man, fucking– you're like a fucking ice cube!"
"cold," Benrey agreed. "gonna freeze to death like, uh, single mom in cabin. two lil babykids. real ugly."
"What?!"
"mobile game," Benrey nodded, as if that made literally any fucking sense at all.
"Dude, I don't–" Gordon ran his hand down his face, regretting ever picking up the phone. Benrey shivered again a second later, nose scrunching in discomfort as he pulled the blankets impossibly tighter around him. "Jesus christ," Gordon groaned, "get off the fucking ground, you're gonna freeze to death."
Benrey stood up awkwardly, trying to keep as many blankets wrapped around himself as possible. Gordon was suddenly struck by the image of when Joshua had tried to make a secret pillow fort. "wha, uh, what now?" Benrey shifted on his feet. "you gotta, uh, heat lamp? reptile?"
Gordon snorted again, despite himself, and rolled over to the side of the bed to pull out one of the drawers underneath it. Benrey watched him, transfixed, as Gordon pulled out a stack of extra blankets he had used religiously when his own heater was broken. "Here. Fucking... go change. Lose those, they're just as frozen as you."
"change," Benrey echoed, a question hidden in his voice.
"Pajama drawer. Over there." Gordon pointed towards the dresser. Benrey followed his gaze, wide-eyed. "Before you freeze to death, please, I wanna go back to bed. And change in the bathroom," he added a second later, barely managing to escape getting an eyeful of frozen naked Benrey.
He could hear the eyeroll as Benrey wandered off towards the bathroom, a bundle of non-icy blankets and thick flannel pajamas held in his arms. When Gordon heard the door close, he rolled back over to the side of the bed and reached for Benrey's phone, which had fallen on the floor when its owner stood up. It was more like a hunk of ice than an electronic, and Gordon dropped it on the nightstand after hanging up the call. A few minutes later, Benrey returned, unceremoniously dumping all his old clothes and blankets on the floor. Gordon squinted at him, irritated, before realizing that he really didn't give a shit since it was three in the morning and he wanted to go to fucking bed.
"C'mere," Gordon sighed instead, patting the bed next to him. Benrey came when called, as he always did, slipping under the comforter with only the slightest bit of awkward hesitation. This was relatively new, this thing between them, this thing of lingering touches and overly delicate actions, but Gordon didn't care about that at the moment. What he cared about was getting Benrey warm enough so that they could both go the fuck to sleep without any risk of one of them dying of hypothermia during the night. Speaking of which…
"If you touch me," Gordon mumbled into his pillow as Benrey got settled, "with your cold-ass body before you warm up, I am actually going to kill you."
"homophobic," Benrey grumbled, but he seemed more preoccupied in re-cocooning himself in blankets than actually doing anything spiteful, so Gordon took it as a win.
"'Night," he mumbled, switching the light off once Benrey got comfortable.
"'night," Benrey echoed, sounding almost as exhausted as Gordon felt. Christ. Seems like he actually needed that. The tiny shivers rippling across the mattress proved it.
Gordon made a mental note to help Benrey figure out the heating situation in the morning and closed his eyes to finally get some goddamn rest.
(And if he woke up with Benrey tucked against his side, hot breath tickling his arm hairs, then it wasn't Benrey's fault, was it?
Maybe they could put off fixing that heater for just a little bit longer.)