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Chapter 33 - Bracettons (Buttons x Race)

- Chapter 33 - Second in Command's Boyfriend -
Warning: Stress? A bit of angst
Canon Era
Third Person POV

Race watches JoJo, Henry, and Mike.

"Jo," Henry chuckles, looking at his boyfriends.

JoJo looks up at him, his hands still entangled in Mike's hair.

Mike's eyes were slowly closing.

"Take a look at Mike." Henry tells him.

JoJo pops his head over Mike's to look at him.

He giggles a bit.

Mike's eyes were having trouble staying open and even if they were open, he was so out of it that he could be asleep.

"Oops." JoJo giggles again.

Henry chuckles. "I thought we said no more playing with Mike's hair until it was time to sleep?" He reminds JoJo.

JoJo's mouth falls into an 'o' shape.

Henry chuckles.

"JoJo was fidgeting." Race explains, his eyes still fixated on the map in his hands. "Mike saw he was having a harder time than normal and offered for him to play with his hair, even if it'd make him tired."

Henry chuckles, smiling softly at Mike.

Henry picks Mike up, wrapping Mike's arms around his neck.

Henry carries Mike upstairs, JoJo following them.

Race felt the couch dip next to him.

Buttons flips over the back of the couch, plopping himself down next to Race.

"Hey, B." Race greets, not looking up from the paper.

"Hey, Racer." Buttons puts his chin on Race's shoulder. "What are you going?" He asks curiously.

"Figuring Borough stuff out." Race answers.

His eyes were trained on the paper.

Buttons frowns a bit. "And is this 'borough stuff' keeping you from sleeping well?" He asks, lightly tracing the bags under Race's eyes.

Race gently pushes his hand away.

"Noo." He answers unconvincingly.

Buttons frowns, taking the paper out of his hands.

"Buttons!" Race complains, trying to grab the paper back from him.

"No." Buttons wags a finger in his face. "If you don't take care of yourself, I'll tell Jack about this and he'll force you to." He tells Race.

Race pouts at him, slumping back against the couch.

Buttons presses a kiss to his forehead, before getting up and walking away.

Race watches him, eyes staring at the paper in his hands.

Race scoffs a bit to himself, his arms crossed as he leans against the back of the couch.