guilty as charged.

“How’d your night go?” you ask.

Adrian’s smiling as he starts walking you through his day and night beat-for-beat. You’re tired enough that you just let his words wash over and through you, absorbing them into your body, letting them warm you from the inside out. He tells you about the most absurd and minor details, things nobody else would notice. He talks about the fish he stopped to look at in the pet store window tonight since nobody was out committing crimes, and the Wikipedia hole he ended up in while it was slow at work, and the list of movies he’s come up with in his head for you both to watch this weekend.

You love him, and you let him take care of you. While he talks, he pushes your clothes off you, one article at a time, and guides you towards the bedroom you share.

“You know,” Adrian says, when he’s pulling one of his t-shirts over your head for you to use as pajamas, “you have two whole days off now. You can sleep as much as you want.”

“Mm?” you ask. He tugs you towards the bed; you think, and you realize he’s right. “Oh, shit. That’s awesome.”

“Isn’t it just?” Adrian tells you. “Two whole days where we don’t have to do anything except hug each other all the time and— and I can order us takeout and we can do— I don’t know, I’ll look it up, I’ll go on Reddit and see what people think we should do.”

You collapse into the mattress, head on the edge of your pillow. Adrian reaches down and shifts you for you, centering you on the pillow, tugging the covers up and over you. You stretch out, your limbs all pulling as you yawn, wriggling to get comfortable.

“Or,” you suggest sleepily, “we can do anything we want.”

Adrian pauses in tugging his own clothes off, then says, “Oh, dip. You’re right, we should just— sleep and hang and do whatever we want.” He grins when he pulls himself up into bed with you, cupping your chin in his hand so he can pull you in for a smushing kiss. “You look so sleepy. Look at you.” His fingertip traces under one of your eyes. “You poor thing, what a nightmare, c’mere.”

You huff a laugh, letting him guide you into laying against him. He wraps his arms tightly around you, squeezing you to his chest.

“Should I, like— I don’t know,” Adrian asks, “Do more? Do you want me to, like, make you a snack, or—”

You snuggle closer into him, tilting up so you can kiss the soft underneath of his jaw. He twists so he can wrap the two of you up together, slotting your arms with his, your legs with his, tangling the two of you up together.

“In the morning. I’m too tired now,” you tell him.

“What if—”

“If you move me,” you say, “I’ll scream. I swear.”

Adrian laughs, bringing your face up for another kiss to one of the bruises under your eyes, then to your cheek, and down again, parting your lips. He’s all warm when he kisses you, slow and firm, his fingertips trailing to thread up through your hair.

It’s soft everywhere, his soft t-shirt and soft sheets and soft hold and soft kiss enveloping you. For how long and exhausting your life has been lately, it doesn’t feel so difficult here with him. It feels like you could sleep forever, like you could draw energy from him, like he’s actually, literally sustaining you.

You’re sure your mind is melting from how tired you are. That’s the only explanation for your overly-sappy thoughts. Still, though— That doesn’t mean you don’t feel it all.

The drowsiness is overwhelming you, even though you’re happy to be here with him. Being comfortable and horizontal is pushing you closer and closer to sleep; Adrian has guided you into relaxation so quickly, so easily, so seamlessly, that you’re already drifting away. Before him— without him— it takes you so long to sleep. Your mind is always working, spinning, churning inside your head; it keeps you awake even at the best of times.

With Adrian, he just has this amazing ability to make everything completely shut off. Your mind slows to a soft, warm hum; your body buzzes comfortably, coasting into sleep. Your eyes feel heavy, and your mind is a pulsing, grabbing darkness, sinking its fingers into you and tugging.

“Get some sleep,” Adrian tells you, stroking through your hair, down your back. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You smile, even though you’re mostly asleep, his words seeping into your dream-mind and making you feel so safe as you coasted into sleep.

“Love you,” you mumble blearily, making sure he knows it. You always try to say it before the two of you go to sleep.

Adrian kisses your temple, the top of your head, your forehead. “I love you, too.” He kisses your temple again, a little firmer this time, and mumbles, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” against your skin, voice low and a little muffled, and that’s the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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"Hi love! how's it going? Hey, lately I've been, you know, exhausted as shit from college and work and literally only come home to sleep. So I was wondering, what do you think Adrian would do to make his s/o feel better when they're tired? You can just reply or if you feel like writing something it's fine either way! And can I be this symbol? 🍉 thank you!!<3" (anonymous)

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