Overindulgence

It was half past 11 in the morning. Rock music blared in Ravi's ears as he went about folding laundry, plucking hangers out of his closet and hooking them around the bedpost to grab for later. Before he could think to stifle it, a yawn broke free from his mouth and he felt fatigue seeping into his bones once more. God, he was fucking exhausted. After spending over two hours in the basement washing a week's worth of clothes, he wished he could just sleep the rest of the day away. However, his days off were the only time he could do this so that took priority. At least with Amelia off at school, his attention wouldn't be split between her and this.

He added a pair of denim shorts to the pile sitting to his left. His bed had been divided up into three sections, each one corresponding to whose clothes went into which area. Any bright and colorful shirts and skirts went to Amelia's. The mix of men and women's clothing were his. Anything that wasn't either of theirs, like towels, washcloths, and linen, went into the miscellaneous area. Then there were the multiple versions of the same outfit belonging to Luce.

Ravi didn't consider it strange for his clothes to be in the basket. If anything, it'd be weirder if they weren't in there. With how often Luce had been staying over lately, it was only a matter of time before his clothes found their way into the laundry. At least he threw them into the basket instead of leaving them lying around the apartment. Luce may be a lot of things but he wasn't rude.

He pulled out a large black shirt. It was Luce's, seeing as how it would completely engulf him if he were to put it on. He folded it, placed it atop the stack of his other shirts, and reached into the basket to grab another article of clothing. It was a pair of brown cargo pants that were beginning to fray at the bottom. Those also belonged to Luce and he folded them to put with the rest. This process repeated several times before he emptied the basket.

He counted how many shirts and pants there were for Luce. Two, four, six, seven, a whole week's worth of the same outfit. If if weren't for the evidence right in front of him, Ravi would swear Luce only had the clothes on his back and nothing else. Why the fuck was most of his wardrobe here?

Taking out his phone, he paused his music and shouted, "Hey, Luce, you wanna come in here a sec?!"

There was no answer but he knew Luce was on his way. He unplugged his headphones, setting them down on his bedside table while shoving his phone back into his pocket. As he waited, he dropped the basket onto the floor and began organizing all the clothes left on the bed. Shirts were to be hung in their respective closets and everything else was to be put away in dressers. The only exception to this was Luce's pile, which was sitting off to the side.

The door opened and he turned around to face Luce. Any questions he had for him died in his throat when he saw him. Luce was wearing his typical black shirt and brown cargo pants but he also had on Ravi's apron and his dark hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. It was a look Ravi hadn't seen on him before and it stirred something within him he couldn't quite identify.

"What happened? Is something wrong?" Luce asked, scanning the room for any possible signs of danger.

"Uh, no, nothing's wrong," Ravi replied, pushing whatever he was feeling deep down as he continued on, "but why the hell are you wearing my apron?"

Deciding that it must be safe, he answered with, "I was going to try cooking lunch, keyword try."

"You're normally not one to cook so--" he stopped himself, realizing he was forgetting why he called Luce in here in the first place-- "wait, before I say anything else, what the fuck is half your wardrobe doing in my laundry basket?"

"Isn't that where dirty clothes are supposed to go?" He didn't quite understand the question, which is something Ravi didn't need from him right now.

"But why are they there, is what I'm asking." He breathed out a sigh. Maybe he should try to approach this from a different angle. "When's the last time you've gone home?"