Patton blearily blinked. He didn't expect to find much without his glasses, but the smear of colour presented to him looked... too green to be his room. Which was mildly concerning.
He fumbled for his glasses, hand flailing through an imaginary bedside table before he found them tangled in his own mop of hair. When he slipped them over his eyes the first thing he focused on— was the apparently sudden presence of a motionless body beside him. Shirtless. No blood which was a good sign he guessed.
Why was that his first concern? Remus really had been rubbing off on him too much.
Brain processing noises...
Remus!
Oh yeah, Re.
Uncontrollably, Patton smiled. A soft one, too sleepy still to use all the muscle necessary.
Remus, the handsome devil.
Sleepy grumbles from said incredibly attractive man confirmed he was indeed alive and probably not comatose. His face was smooshed into the pillow with a drool patch.
"Re, wake up, silly," Patton started untangling Remus's bed head with his fingers, gently coaxing him awake.
"Hmpf, hi," Remus mumbled tiredly, "Whomst the fuck."
"It be me, Patton," he giggled.
"...Heck." That snapped him awake. Remus instinctively floundered to be even the slightest tiniest bit presentable, running his hand through his hair just to knock into Patton's hand. He paused, and finally met his eyes.
"Hey, Sweetie," Patton whispered. Remus melted. And then Patton asked the question, "This makes us boyfriends, right?"
When Remus was done babbling like an idiot trying to make words work, he of course said, as elegant as ever;
"Y-Yes, very... boyfriendy."
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Fluffuary 2021
FanfictionWelcome to my attempt to write a fluffy Drabble each day! This is probably gonna be mostly Intruality since I'm a sucker for it if anyone can't tell lsfjlxh so yee
