Milkshake Hearts

Chapter 81: Hangovers

Shayne is known for his hangovers, and he isn't surprised when he wakes the morning after Smosh's 15th anniversary party feeling like absolute death. He winces as he stirs, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head further down against the pillow he's half-using. He can feel Courtney behind him, the warmth and softness of her assumedly sleeping form providing the only pleasantness he feels. Its why, when he feels her roll away from him and sit up, he grumbles softly.

"Come back," he mumbles, listening to the sound of her stepping out of their bed and padding out of the room.

He hears her soft laugh in response but nothing else as she steps out of the room to god knows where, and he frowns, shifting slightly. It causes a wave of nausea and discomfort to crash over him and he grumbles his displeasure as he pulls the covers up over his head, resigned to sticking out the day in bed alone.

"Shayne, love, please take an advil and have some water?" her whisper when she returns to the room and to his side of the bed a couple of minutes later is soft and gentle, just loud enough for him to hear through the covers bunched over his head but not enough to hurt his head further.

He reluctantly pulls the covers back down, letting one eye open ever so slightly to squint at her. There's enough daylight leaking into their bedroom to make him think it is probably at least mid-morning.

"But bed," he whines, grumpily. She smiles softly, reaching out a cool hand to press comfortingly against his forehead, brushing away his hair.

"I know. I'll come back to bed with you, I just want you to take this so you feel better," she pushes, again. He knows she's right, so he reluctantly manoeuvres himself until he is almost upright, reaching out for the Advil and glass of water she offers.

Courtney wanders back around to her side of the bed after he takes the pills and glass out of her hands, climbing back under the covers and shifting towards him. When he's taken the pills and finished the water and shifts back down in the bed, she wraps herself around him and gently pulls at him so he turns to face her and presses his head against her shoulder.

"You're the best," he mumbles his appreciation. He still feels like death, but when her fingers slide into his hair to gently massage his scalp he feels a little more like he's going to sometime, eventually, feel okay again. Especially with her there to care for him.

"You're such a wimp with hangovers but that's okay. I like caring for you. Especially when it means cuddling," she tells him, voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't respond openly, but he smiles to himself and presses closer to her again, content to lay with her in comfortable silence.

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Shayne is not surprised nor upset that he falls asleep again. He feels at least a tiny bit less dead when he wakes the second time, and the room is brighter too – it has to be the afternoon sometime – but he manages to open his eyes, too.

"Do you have a hangover? You drank more than me," Shayne murmurs, feeling Courtney's fingers playing with his hair and knowing she is awake. He reluctantly straightens out his neck, lifting his head to lie on his pillow properly and face her. His body stays curled against hers, though, and she lets her hand move with him so it continues to comb gently through his hair.

"A little. Just the headache. I had an Advil and slept too, just not as long as you, so not feeling too bad now. S'okay you slept longer though. I like cuddling you," she replies, voice only just above a whisper.

"You know how I know my life is perfect?" he starts, watching her smile turn affectionate, "when I was napping, I dreamt I was curled up with you and you were playing with my hair. Reality is so perfect I can't even dream of anything better."