pillow talk with phainon <3
the room’s dim, quiet except for the low hum of your fan and phainon’s soft but endless voice. he’s lying half on top of you, cheek pressed to your shoulder, hair a little messy from how many times he’s rolled over trying to ‘get comfortable’, he says— but you both know it’s so he could keep getting closer until you decided he was close enough.
“so…” he murmurs, his voice low and drowsy, still heavy with the kind of sleepiness that should’ve had him out cold by now. “your day was good, right? i mean, i know i was there for all of it but…” his words trail off unhurriedly— at this point he’s talking just to keep the sound of your breathing company.
you grunt something close to a yes, or maybe it’s just a noise of pure exhaustion because talking is too much work, but he hums anyway, perfectly content with that single sound as if it’s a whole conversation. a little goes a long way with him, he can build whole stories out of the smallest reactions, stretch a sigh into a sonnet if it’s yours.
“and that sandwich i made you earlier…” he continues, his fingers finding your hip beneath the blanket, tracing idle circles there and drawing constellations on your skin. “wasn’t too much sauce right? i know you said you like just a little, but i kinda thought… maybe a little more this time.”
his tone is so soft and so gentle that for a second you almost forget he’s keeping you from sleeping. his words tumble out half slurred yet half serious, that tender mix only someone like phainon could manage at 1am.
your eyes crack open just enough to glare at him from where you’re tangled together. “phainon…” you mumble, tone low and warning.
he pauses, blinking at you through the shadows— wide eyed and sheepish with his lips already twitching like he’s fighting a grin. even now, he looks hopelessly pleased just to have your attention at all. “what?”
a few seconds pass, and oh the blessed silence—
“how’s your mom doing, by the way? i saw she posted that photo of your dog—”
you groan, grabbing your pillow and smacking it over his face. “oh my god, sleep.”
he muffles a laugh under the pillow, prying it off to reveal that same dumb and dopey smile. “okay…” he says again, much quieter this time, and burrows closer into your chest.
it’s quiet for a whole minute, long enough that you start to think he’s actually fallen asleep. the room falls into a soft silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing syncing with his. and then, just when your mind starts to drift—
“still love me?” he mumbles, barely louder than the rustle of the sheets when he shuffles closer, his voice soft and small like he’s half afraid of your answer. even if he knows what it’ll be anyway.
you sigh, eyes still shut but too tired to even fake irritation anymore. “…yeah. now shut up.”
his arms tighten around your waist instantly because that’s all he needed to hear. his nose presses against your neck, and for the first time tonight, he’s quiet. the warmth of his breath ghosts against your skin as he settles.
“okay…” he whispers again, the word melting into a drowsy smile. “and i love you, too.”
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