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Gilbert wasn’t usually one to tire himself out. He tended to keep things managed, while still being awesome as he was.
However, that didn’t quite seem to be the case today.
You see, Gilbert—being the neat freak he is—would stress-clean when saddled with any feeling of overwhelm. He supposed it wouldn’t be much of a problem—as it's more healthy than most other ways one could handle it—hence his confusion.
Gilbert was adamant about keeping his space tidy, but it never wore him out this way. Had he not already been overwhelmed, he wouldn’t have cared much for his exhaustion, but he was now only more overloaded. Why was the thing helping with stress only making it worse?
Ultimately, now being burdened with more weariness than before, Gilbert decided to just collapse into bed next to his boyfriend. He’d made the decision to bring his diary with him—as he hadn’t yet written that night—considering he didn’t want to leave bed now that he’d already settled with such burnout already making it difficult to continue standing or tidying up as he was before.
The two simply sat there quietly for a bit—which was unusual, as Lovino would usually start complaining that Gilbert had taken too long to repose beside him—as the only sound seeming to come from the two was the sound of Gilbert’s pen—his favorite one—wrote on paper, paragraphs of how spectacular he’d been that day.
When Gilbert finishes his closing sentence—“I was so awesome today”. The same as any other day—and shuts his diary, being sure to set it on his nightstand and ensure that it was going to be safe there, Lovino immediately moves a bit closer. Despite the Italian’s insistence on proximity, he didn’t dare actually touch his silver-haired maniac boyfriend.
Gilbert happened to notice Lovino’s vicinity, and let his arms wrap around the tan boy’s waist, pulling the Italian’s back against his chest.
”You took too long,” there it was. The typical complaint of Lovino’s that seemed to slip out every night, though he never seemed to mean it.
”Sorry,” Gilbert apologizing wasn’t too common, though the albino supposed it was simply his own drowsiness and overwhelm taking a toll. “I was—“
”Cleaning?” Lovino can finish Gilbert’s sentences better than he can. The Italian takes into account that Gilbert—rather than being the standard and expected tease as every night—had worn himself down with burnout. “Wear yourself out?”
The Prussian can only find it in him to give a small nod against Lovino’s shoulder, before pressing a few kisses to his neck. The first made Lovino gasp slightly, though he didn’t actually have much of an issue with the affection onslaught.
And not too long later, even affection became laborious for the Germanic. His arms seemed to loosen around his smaller boyfriend’s waist—a signal of his sleepiness—and simply just rest there.
Lovino shifted slightly to kiss Gilbert’s cheek, which happened to elicit a small smile from the older, before falling asleep against him.