Chapter 36: Two Sides of Cupid

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"It wouldn't kill you to pick up your phone once in a while, no?"

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"It wouldn't kill you to pick up your phone once in a while, no?"

Emery laughed quietly, guiding his fingers through the curtains, peeking behind it as he listened to the woes of his brokenhearted father. The sun has been up for ages, unlike the boy behind him, who seemed to have burrowed his way to the darkest depths of his bedsheets. Emery turned around, allowing himself to forget his dad for just a moment and savor the sight of Cameron's sleeping face, again, for the... he lost count.

"Uh-huh..." Emery murmured, not really fully aware of what was coming out of his mouth as he watched Cameron try to reach for one of the pillows in his sleep, failing miserably. A frustrated frown etched on the blond's face for a while, which vanished quickly once he reached his goal, replaced by a satisfied smile.

Soon, light snores filled the room, along with the muffled sounds of Michael's lament, and finally, Emery's laugh.

"See? Now you laugh at me," Michael grumbled, causing Emery to snap back to his phone call. "That's alright. It's my fault. I raised it."

Emery rolled his eyes, wondering where he could get a mug that says 'world's most dramatic dad' and have it shipped to his father's doorsteps within the day.  "I'm not laughing at you, Dad."

"Sure," Michael said. "It's like when your mother tells me–"

Suddenly, a female voice stopped him before Michael could finish saying whatever he was going to say. "Enough with that!"

Emery laughed quietly, suddenly realizing how tired he was, not that he expected any different with the night he and Cameron had.

Binge-watching Game of Thrones in the middle of the night doesn't exactly demand being followed by a productive day.

"Okaaay, Dad. I'm sorry," he chirped, putting up his best 'best son ever' voice. "I meant to call, but I just got... busy with something."

His dad's grumpy huff followed, which to Emery is usually an indication that whatever comes next is short of serious. "Hmm. More important than your father?"

Emery smiled, looking over his shoulder to see Cameron asleep with one foot out of the bed and his hair everywhere, unconscious grumbling coming out of his mouth that seemed to be arguing with Michael's voice.

Ever since they... got closer, Emery has sort of been neglecting his phone for hours on end, which until now had been entirely unthinkable. Unfortunately, as much as humanity is better off without the distractions of a smartphone, forgetting about it also meant that Emery stopped calling his parents and wasn't texting his dad back as much as he usually did since he went away.

So when he woke up this morning, wrapped in a tangled mess of blankets and Cameron, he decided to make things right.

Regret fell on him like a giant boulder of course, because the first thing his father said the moment he picked up the phone was, "Oh, my estranged son!"

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