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Happy came to visit me, he bought cookies on the way
I poured him tea, and he told me, “It’ll all be okay”
Well, I told him I’d do anything to have him stay with me
So he laid me down, and I felt happy come inside of me
He laid me down, and I felt happy
“Flambae?”
Robert blinked confusedly at the sight in front of his front door—Flambae, who was dressed down in simple civvies, and a tray of homemade cookies. Robert was hardly wearing anything, just his underwear and a shirt that someone had thrown at his face. Beef was at Chase’s house for the night. His apartment had nothing, not even the futon brought over.
So why the hell was Flambae here?
“Move bitch, these are fresh.” he said, pushing past Robert and the bottle in his hand towards Robert’s kitchen. “Where the fuck is your futon? Pris said that you got a futon.”
Robert hummed. “I sold it.”
Flambae looked at him. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because I’m broke?” Robert snorted as he finished his bottle of alcohol, tossing it in the trash can by the counter before sitting down in his plastic chair.
Flambae snorted before going through his cabinets. “Did you sell your plates too or something?”
“I have one by the sink.” he murmured quietly. Right now, he was trying to will the pain out of his body through mere thought alone. “Easier on the body.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Flambae asked.
Robert listened to the clinking sound for a moment, the footsteps of him approaching and pausing just in front of him. “I won’t pop or stretch anything reaching up to the cabinets,” he murmured quietly as he opened his eyes. “Why the fuck are you handing me cookies?”
“Because I was talking to my sister about your sad, flat ass and my niece suggested I make you cookies.” Flambae said as he placed the plate on Robert’s thighs. “I wasn't allowed to say no.”
Robert snorted. “Fun.”
“Are you gonna eat the fucking cookie or not?”
Robert hummed before bringing the cookies to his lips. The cookie itself was chewy and soft, the chocolate chips melted and made their way onto his tongue. Suffice to say that it was a good cookie.
“That’s good.” he whispered, looking at Flambae. “Do you, I dunno, want tea?”
Flambae snorted. “Sure.”
One cup of tea and one cookie turned into three bottles of beer. Flambae got off of them pretty easy, especially with his fire powers, but Robert wasn’t as lucky. Combined with whatever bottle he was drinking earlier, which was an extremely expensive brand based on the bottle alone, he was completely knackered.
Enough to talk about whatever came to his mind. Which, Flambae though, was rather weird to hear.
“You’re pathetic, Bob-Bob.” Flambae snorted.
They were both laying on the floor now, Robert on his fourth bottle. Was it technically the fifth? Flambae didn’t care to ask.
“It’s midnight.” Robert murmured at the sound of clicking on his watch. “Dark.”
“Typically what it’s like at midnight.” Flambae nodded, turning onto his side to look at him. Robert was covered in shadows for the most part, not even the light from above the oven was working in his apartment. “What are you going to do when I leave, huh?”
Robert shrugged before wincing. “Wallow in misery and debate whether it’d be worth getting up for another bottle?”
“Do you have pain?” Flambae asked curiously. “You’re wincing a lot.”
Robert huffed. “All the time.”
“Chronic, then.” Flambae said before sitting up and stretching out his back. These floors were fucking concrete. Literally. Actual concrete. “You know what would probably help you with that, bitch? A bed. You know, like the futon you threw out?”
Robert snorted before coughing. “Funny.”
“You could just come to my apartment, you know.”
Robert shook his head. “I’d puke.”
“Well are you going to be fine by yourself then, bitch?” Flambae asked.
“Honestly?” Robert said before turning his head to look over at Flambae. “I’d do anything to have you stay with me.”
Flambae blinked. Looked over at Robert, then blinked again.
“What?”
Robert blinked back. “What?”
Flambae huffed before sighing and laying back down. “Nothing, bitch. Just roll over.”
“Roll over— why the fuck would I do that?”
“So I can warm your back, dumbass.” Flambae said, snatching the sad and single pillow from the corner to rest his head on. Robert could use his arms. Or whatever.
Robert blinked for a moment before turning around. He was completely ridged—only to melt when Flambae wrapped himself completely around Robert. He focused the heat specifically to Robert’s shoulders and lower back.
“Oh you’re perfect.” Robert sighed.
“Is that better, bitch?” Flambae snorted.
Robert hummed quietly.
Robert hadn’t fallen asleep.
Not because he couldn’t. Tonight was different than most nights—he was warm and in a lot less pain than he usually was. But at the same time, it was different because Flambae was behind him.
Spooning him.
As tired as Robert was he was still trying to figure out how this settled. How this came to be. Cookies, then drunk talking, then this. He wasn’t sure what any of it meant—what it meant that Flambae was sleeping on a concrete floor for him, with him. It was an insane thought.
And an insane reality.
Robert snorted to himself, rubbing his hand over his face before sighing. There was something in his chest and his stomach that was gnawing away at his every fiber. A warm settling, not from Flambae’s heat but from something else entirely. Something that seemed to make his brain fuzzy and body sag.
He thought it was dread at first, maybe anxiety. But the coiling of his stomach didn’t match the calmness his body felt. It had to be different. Maybe what he felt inside of him wasn’t dread or anxiety—as much as those things could be ridden from his body.
Maybe he just felt happy.