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Grace wakes up and immediately decides that he will be going back to sleep. His whole body hurts and he feels like his stomach is barely holding on to last night’s sushi.
He rolls over because the light from behind the blinds is like a flashbang.
“Ry? You awake?” Simon is somewhere above him and to his left.
He groans in response.
“Angel, it’s almost noon.”
Grace shoots up at that, and sees spots. “Ugh. It’s Thursday! Why didn’t you–!”
“Whoa, you okay? It’s okay. It’s June.” Simon puts down the tray of pancakes he’s been holding.
“‘m fine,” he groans, closing his eyes.
“Do you need an Advil?”
“No. It’s just a little headache.”
“Uh huh.”
Ryland hears him walk away. When he’s sure Simon can’t hear him, he lets out a little whimper. Biscuits and Gravy, it’s hot. Not to mention he doesn’t feel better. He feels worse, actually.
“Here.” Simon hands him a couple pills. “It’s an Advil, a nausea thing, and something for colds.”
“I’m not sick.”
“I can basically smell your nose mucus.”
Grace laughs, then immediately regrets it.
“Shit! Sorry. I gotta go make some calls, but I’ll be right back,” He says, giving him a quick forehead kiss.
“What?”
Then, it dawns on him: it’s his birthday. And Simon, being the best boyfriend ever, made plans.
Darn.