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“Yousef has a friend who’s a cuddler.”

And if Isak was confused before, he’s beyond confused now. “What does that even mean?”

“He’s a professional cuddler. It helps him make a little money on top of his coffee shop job. I could give him your number?” Yousef looks so sincere, but the sleep deprivation combined with the ridiculous proposal have Isak speechless.

“He’s serious, Isak. And Even’s nice, you’d probably like him.” Isak thinks he sees a small smirk on her face, but isn’t sure.

“If this is some elaborate plan to fuck with me while I’m emotionally compromised, just know that I don’t appreciate it.”

Sana laughs. “Nei, Isabel. We’re not messing with you. Just wait, this is going to be better than anything Jonas and Eva could have come up with, I promise.”

“Fine, sure. I’ll try it.”

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Isak was frustrated.

Not in that way (or, maybe a little bit in that way) but mostly he was tired of the sleepless nights staring at the ceiling with his brain going a mile a minute. Also, he was just tired.

Things had been getting better, they really had, since he’d come out, started at university, hell, he’d even been spending time with his mom again. Life was good.

Until final exams started and Jonas was always busy with Eva and his dad decided to show back up, which put his mom into a downward spiral, and the holidays were coming up and - well, he was feeling a little overwhelmed.

Normally, when his anxiety and insomnia flared up, he’d send an SOS to Jonas and they’d find a way to make everything okay again. Jonas had helped him through some of the worst times of his life, so they had a kind of crisis routine by now. Kebab after school, FIFA, dinner with the Vasquez family, worries whispered in the dark of Jonas’s bedroom. Just knowing his best friend was there, cocooned peacefully on the other side of the bed calmed Isak enough to drift off. It worked.

Except, of course, Isak’s biggest breakdown in years just happened to fall when Jonas and Eva were away for the weekend at a wedding, and he couldn’t go home to his mom, not when his dad was there, trying to worm his way back into their still-fragile family, so he was stuck. Alone. In his dorm room. Trying to drown out the incessant buzzing of his mind with Netflix.

Isak blushes. “I was just going to ask… like, how does this work, I guess?”

Even laughs and the butterflies in Isak’s stomach reappear. “First of all, you don’t have to be nervous, I promise. Before we do anything, we’ll just talk. Get to know each other. And then, if things are going well, we’ll make sure we’re both comfortable with everything, be clear if someone violates our boundaries, stuff like that. But we can just start with a chat, okay?”