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The bed in the center room becomes somewhat of a decompression chamber. 

Sometimes it’s easier to bury your head in the pillows and have a good weep than it is to face anyone. The door locks, and there’s a washing machine to avoid anything gross being left for the next person. 

They’re both full of normal, human aches, and are allotted such small amounts of time these days to alleviate those aches that they’ve got to jump on whatever chance they’ve got. 

So they don’t bother the other if they hear the door close and then hear the unmistakably loud sound of the lock clicking into place. It’s a signal for silence. 

Link doesn’t hear it today. 

He hears the door, and that’s it. It’s a soft click of the door shutting, and then nothing. So he finishes sorting through emails, which is not what he’s supposed to be doing right now. Then, he checks on their calendars for anything that may have been moved or added or removed. Turns off his laptop. Stands, stretches, pushes his desk chair back in. 

Flicks off the light. 

Makes his way to Rhett. 

The room is completely dark when Link opens the door carefully, a Rhett-shaped lump in the center of the bed. He adds a Link-shaped lump to the side of the bed, lays down, laces his fingers behind his head. 

He’d already taken his shoes off earlier, but this wriggling feeling of unease that maybe he didn’t, though, settles in the pit of his stomach. He recognizes it for nerves and pushes it away. 

The center room isn’t for being creative. It’s for being tired. It’s for being done and overworked and upset. Link isn’t any of those things right now, but Rhett is, and that’s okay. Link can stay right here, next to him, until he feels better. 

It’s a while, and Link is almost fully asleep, definitely mostly asleep, when he feels Rhett’s hand knocking against his own. He’s fumbling to unfurl Link’s fingers, make space for his own that he laces through Link’s. 

He’s warm and gentle, and Link doesn’t need to ask any questions. 

A lil’ fluffy drabble coming right up! 

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“It’s cold,” Link whined, wrapping his arms around his theatrically trembling body. Rhett let out a huff of a laugh. The floorboards creaked under his boots as wind howled outside the small cabin.

Strong arms pulled Link into a tight embrace. Link melted against Rhett, reveling in his warmth. His head dropped against Rhett’s shoulder and he let out a small whimper of pleasure. 

“It wouldn’t be this cold if you’d let me light the fireplace.”

“I had more important things to do.”

“S’that so?”

Completed commission for @rhinkipoo

They asked for a sweet rhink banner.

Rhett stomps into their office one Tuesday after a long, tedious lunch meeting only to be greeted by a harsh “Shh!” from Link, who had somehow beat him back to the office despite leaving for his own lunch meeting significantly later than Rhett.

Rhett scoffs, about to berate Link for shushing him in his own office when he notices something small and curiously fluffy perched on Link’s chest. Link is curled up on the couch, legs tucked up under himself, a suspiciously innocent look plastered across his face.

“What is that?” Rhett nods his head in the direction of the tiny ball of fluff Link is tenderly petting.

“What do you mean?” Link’s pushing it, biting his lip and blinking wide-eyed up at Rhett, who remains seemingly impervious to Link’s efforts.

“Link…is that a cat?”

“Hey, Rhett?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna be your Maine man,” Link sang quietly, gesturing at the lobster tank.

At the mention of their song, Rhett’s eyes softened. “Don’t think they’ll let you steam any of those with your body heat.”

“Probably not.” 

Rhett stepped closer as if to get a better look at the crustaceans. His hand fell to Link’s lower back. When he spoke, his voice was low, “Is there anything you can do for me with your body heat?”

Link smirked as he held up the buzzing pager. “Guess you’ll have to wait till after dinner to find out.”

I'm trying to find this one episode of GMM were Rhett said something along the lines of:

"This is so wrong. Like this person is crazy yet...you kind of like it."

Then Link responds like:

"heh, your that person to me."

When I’m working my alarms start at 4:30 and I’ve perfected my getting ready to be a solid 15 minutes before running out the door 😂. So on those mornings nothing really getting ready. Sometimes I hear my husband snoring or my cats meowing for attention. Once I start my hour-ish commute that’s when all the music comes on. I have really eclectic taste so it might be some obscure band that no ones heard of (Lacuna Coil or the like) or Green Day or The Backstreet Boys or Matchbox 20 or anything really. If it’s a Monday I usually listen to Earbiscuits cause I can’t wait to hear the latest episode 😂

Thank you!