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“Shh, Vongole. Don't wake him up.”
Apollo set his umbrella in the corner, wrinkling his nose distastefully. It was a drenched mess and had done barely anything against the wind.
Feeling as if the humidity was clinging to his skin under his clothes, he shuddered and shed his jacket. He glanced over at the couch and saw the barest glimpse of blond hair. How Klavier could sleep through this storm was a mystery to him.
He stepped over lightly to the couch and leaned over, only to recoil as he saw bleary blue eyes blinking back at him.
“Did I wake you up? Sorry.”
Klavier shook his head and sat himself up. “It must have been the thunder.” He gestured for Apollo to move around to the front of the couch, and Apollo obliged, huffing as Klavier wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him down onto the couch. Vongole jumped onto the cushions next to them, and Apollo spluttered as her tail almost slapped his face.
“I have to leave again to buy groceries, you know.”
“No. It’s miserable outside.”
Apollo could almost hear the pout in his voice. “You’re just saying that because your bike got wet.”
“And me! You probably wouldn’t feel so gracious toward the weather if it’d been YOU who had to get all that water out of your hair,” Klavier accused.
That was true. Not that he’d tell Klavier that.
They lounged on the couch in a half-embrace for a few minutes before Apollo straightened as if to stand up. “We’re out of milk,” he sighed as Klavier tightened his grip.
“Ja, I seem to remember you pouring the last of it into your tea,” Klavier said, and Apollo bristled at the passive judgment in his voice.
“I’m offering to go buy more, aren’t I?”
With a laugh, Klavier let him go and leaned back. “Stay just a little longer. I am sure the skies will clear up soon.”
Apollo eyed the warm cushions and the easy grin that Klavier was giving him. Remembering the ugly dampness outside, he sighed and sank back down, leaning against Klavier’s shoulder. “Okay. Just a little longer.”