#isasay

*stares at your tags* *grabs you by the lapels* IF YOU DO IT I'D LOVE YOU FIVE EVER

@menderash oh no! oops!! (40 isasay doodles and thoughts spill out of my pockets) 

It’s not the first time Patrick finds himself with his face buried in a pillow because of Leander. In fact, it’s not even the first time today. 

The music festival is tomorrow, and Ro and Syd aren’t coming until then, and since it was easier on his wallet to come the day before, Patrick’s staying at Leander’s place for the night. Tomorrow they’re all staying in tents. Together. 

Frankly, just staying on a mattress in the same room as Leander is doing enough of a number on him as is. Sharing a tent? That’s going to be the end of him. His heart is going to physically abandon his chest, he’s pretty sure. Patrick lets out another groan into the pillow, hoping the softness will absorb his blush as well as it absorbs the noise. 

The door creaks behind him, and Patrick has a full-body twitch as he flops over to see who it is. Unsurprisingly, it’s Leander, who looks somewhat worried (which in itself is a testament to how long they’ve known each other, because it’s pretty close to his usual, neutral expression), hovering in the doorway and staring down at Patrick. 

“Everything alright?” Leander asks, and Patrick mumbles briefly in affirmation. It doesn’t look like Leander’s completely buying it, but he doesn’t press the issue. 

“Okay.” 

“I was just, um, testing the mattress and the pillow,“ Patrick says quickly, and he can already feel himself about to ramble. “You know how sometimes you sleep somewhere you’re not used to, and you get a super hard mattress or a pillow that’s way softer than you like?”

Leander looks like he’s not quite as familiar with that experience, but he nods anyway. “Was it good?” 

“It’s perfect,” Patrick blurts out, despite not having been at all thinking about that during the solid ten minutes he’s been laying face-down. “Just how I like it.” 

Leander’s lips quirk a little in a slight smile, tugging at one of his locks, and Patrick’s heart flutters again. “Still feeling jetlagged?” 

“A little,” Patrick admits, shrugging. “But I’ll adjust. I’m more worried about you, honestly.” He puffs his cheeks. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been in the chat late at night the whole past week. Are you still nervous about the concert?” 

“We had another practice session this morning,” Leander replies, which is kind of a non-answer. Patrick gives him a Look. Leander looks down for a second before walking in and shutting the door behind him, sitting down on the mattress next to him. 

Leander is really warm, Patrick thinks briefly. He can feel the body heat next to him, and even just turning his head to look at Leander makes him certain his face is reddening again. Fortunately, Leander breaks the silence after just a moment. 

“I guess I’m a little nervous,” he admits, still fidgeting with his hair. “I know that I know my parts and that the others do too, and it’s not like it’s our first ever performance in front of an audience. But... I don’t know. It’s big.” 

“But that’s a good thing, right?” Patrick says, shifting on the mattress. “You’re finally getting the audience you deserve. I know you’re an amazing musician, so if you manage to just not think about there being a lot of people, I think you’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, maybe.” He closes his eyes, and before Patrick can stop the ridiculous impulse shooting through him, he’s taken Leander’s hand in his own, staring intently at him. Leander’s eyes fly open, too, blinking owlishly at him. 

“I’ve already heard a lot of your music and you know that I really love it, okay? That’s how I know they’re going to love it too. It’s okay to be nervous. It just shows how much you care about this.” He swallows. “So-- so if you get nervous about the crowd, just don’t focus on them, okay? Pretend you’re just playing for me.”  

Leander’s gaze seems to be burning a hole into his head, lips slightly parted, and Patrick’s face flushes quickly as he drops Leander’s (incredibly warm) hand in order to scratch at his neck. “And the others,” he adds, glancing to the side. “We’ll all be here to support you. That’s part of why we’re coming here in the first place, after all.” 

Leander is silent for what feels like an eternity, and when Patrick finally dares glance back, Leander is actually smiling a little, which is going to physically end Patrick the moment he lets it. 

“Thanks.” Leander closes his eyes briefly again, still smiling. “I’m glad you could come.” 

“Me too,” Patrick murmurs, heart still pounding so loudly he could swear Leander has to hear it, too. 

Been Feelin down abt my art so its Redraw Time™ These guys are from @menderash‘s comic ISASAY !! It’s so cute go read it!

i still cant get over ro callin syd babyface