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Sorry- have to stay late again x
Grantaire couldn’t help feeling hurt. With their split schedules and Combeferre interning at the hospital and feeling as though he couldn’t say no whenever they needed an extra hand, it had been almost a week since he had seen his boyfriend. Even with his night owl tendencies, there was no feasible way for Grantaire to stay up until four am every night just to see his boyfriend, especially when he’d have to be up at seven himself.
Their date routine currently consisted of half awake stolen hello and goodbye kisses and texting memes to each other on their breaks, and being a romantic, he was beginning to feel emotionally starved. Still, there was no point agonizing about it now, he’d save that feeling for when he needed to paint something really angsty.
Early in the morning, long after Grantaire had fallen asleep, he woke up with a sudden start. A crash had come from the kitchen, followed by a familiar voice cursing. Grantaire rubbed his eyes and looked at his phone. Three in the morning, of fucking course- He thought rubbing his eyes and making his way into the kitchen.
He had expected to see Combeferre standing in his scrubs with a broom in hand, but he hadn’t expected to see their island bench covered in one of their good sheets. Two plates had been set aside for a gourmet meal of whatever fast food in a brown paper bag had still been open when Combeferre had left work, and a bottle of red wine and one glass were in the middle of two candles,the second glass, he assumed was what had shattered him awake.
“You aren’t supposed to be up yet. I had a whole dramatic setup planned.” Combeferre sighed setting the dustpan on the counter. “It was going to be very romantic- watch your feet.” “Where’d you get wine at this hour?” Grantaire asked stepping around to the other side of the island counter where there was no danger of stepping in glass.
“I had a feeling I’d have to give you some bad news again, so I ran out to grab some on my first break in the afternoon.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah well, I’ve missed you. Hope you don’t mind the early wake up call.”
“Only if you don’t mind sharing a glass.” Grantaire said, leaving over the counter and pulling him into a grateful kiss.
