“I’m thinking I could just...stay here, you know, at your apartment, and you could go into work because I’m just not feeling really up to interacting with customers today -”

“Oh, yeah?  Why’s that?”

“I’m just...I’m feeling so shy today -”

“I don’t understand,” Amy mumbles forlornly, looking from her baking sheet - checkered with the charred, blackened remains of her chocolate chip cookies - to his.  “How do you - I mean, I followed the instructions -”

Morning comes early, harsh light spilling through the improperly closed curtains, piercing through heavy, firmly closed eyelids.  David groans and turns his face away, burying himself further in pillows and linens that smell like Patrick - and somewhere beyond the foot of the bed, further into the bowels of Patrick’s apartment, David hears Patrick chuckle.

ERICA THANK U that was one of my most favorite aus to write so i am THRILLED that it’s still relevant LMAO