Robbie, stopped the tap water from filling the bucket. He and Purah had tried. God they had tried to keep the apartment clean. Unfortunately while they were compatible in so many ways, this was not one of them. Purah was chaotic, unmethodical. She cleaned where she pleased. If there was a spot on the fireplace, she’d clean it. Then she’d move to the bookshelf the other side of the room. Robbie was not. He was systematic. Start at one end and work your way to the other, don’t stray from pattern or you’ll mess it up. So them cleaning together was a nightmare, not only that but neither of them cared. Some people came in and thought it was squalor, the scientists just didn’t give a shit. But Link did… and Robbie was grateful about that.

“You’re the first person to help y’know. Most people just complain.” Robbie added a glass cleaning solution. Link’s hand’s were busy cleaning the shelf, “Well aren’t I nice.” Robbie chuckled, “Darlin’ you ain’t just nice because you’re helpin’ me clean.” There was a flirty tone to Robbie’s voice. Wasted air, Link was on a mission and they would not get side-tracked by their gorgeous boyfriend. “Are you going to start cleaning the windows?” Robbie stuck his tongue out in return.

The pair had only cleaned for about an hour, and half of the room was done. Link was a powerhouse of determination. “Jesus babe, you really don’t give huh? This place is shining like fuckin’ Chrysler Building.” Link cocked their head, to save their voice and busy hands. The Doctor smiled, he loved when Link did that. The amount of trust they must have in his to be able to use body language instead of sign, “Earth thing.” Link rolled their eyes slightly with a smile. They finally stood back from the counter they were cleaning to stand next to their boyfriend. ‘Let’s take a break, I wanna hear about it.’