save me from myself;

Tris followed him, smile staying on his lips. “What’re you in the mood for, babe?”

"T-Tater tots and p-pizza rolls!" He giggled, hopping up on the counter and swinging his legs back and forth as he watched the older male.

"Did you want me to make you lunch or anything before we go?" He smiled, resting their foreheads together.

"That w-would be l-lovely." He grins, sliding off the bed and pulling Tris down to the kitchen.

"You are though. Adorable, precious and wonderful."

He pouted slightly, wrapping his arms around his neck before pecking his lips. "And you're b-beautiful.... and s-sweet." He murmured between kisses.

"My thingy. Oh, you’re so precious." He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

He playfully stuck his tongue out at the other, "Am n-not."

"I better get dressed." He said, forcing himself to stand up, searching the floor for his jeans before struggling into them. "Pants are so unnecessary." He groaned, doing up the button and grabbing a shirt. "All clothes, really. Who decided clothes were necessary? I hate them."

Patch just chuckled, biting his lip as he watched Tris. "It's s-so you d-don't freeze y-your thingy... off." That was the only solution he could think of.

"God, I love you." Tris mutters, and it was more to himself than they boy in front of him.

Patch flushed, finishing buttoning up his jeans before flopping down on the bed; looking up at Tris. "I love you t-too."