Theater and cures

3

⚠TW: minor swearing⚠

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Hazel knew at that very moment he was screwed. 

Dýo had gone back to brushing Hazel's hair, who begun to think moving in was a bad idea. He'd only known him for a day and he'd already fallen for him a little.

After all who couldn't. 

All the plays Hazel had seen and today being the day they finally met. Hazel saw what his intent was. Dýo had fallen for him a little well before they finally met. Hazel sighed and shut his eyes.

He enjoyed this moment quite a lot. Soon enough he found himself leaning back a little, enough so his head was resting on Dýo's shoulder. Hazel opened his eyes and blushed a bit before sitting right back up.

He had to come up with a lie and quick.

"I have a tendency to.....erm....drift off when someone does that." 

He quick said, his eyes darting around the room. Thankfully his back was to Dýo, who chuckled. 

Dýo pulled his friend back down so his head was on his lap, and begun to play with the dark curls.

"Your hair's really soft."

Dýo said.

"Like feathers."

Hazel had begun to relax a little, a small smile on his face.

"You like that I can tell."

Dýo said running his fingers through Hazel's curls gently. 

"Tais-toi et continue comme ça" (shut up and keep it up)

Hazel said glaring at Dýo, who laughed.

"Très bien alors" (very well then)

Soon enough Hazel had actually fallen asleep meaning that Dýo couldn't move. He was stuck there until Hazel woke up. He didn't mind though. He liked that Hazel wasn't really skittish around him now.

Although an odd suspicion filled his head.

'Friends don't really do this unless they.....nevermind that I'm sure he just feels comfortable with me.'

Dýo yawned and leaned against the wall. He too was tired and he didn't realize it. His eyes shut and he too, fell into a soft slumber.

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It was around midnight when Hazel awoke. He looked around in what little light was provided from the butterfly still fluttering around his room.

He looked behind him finding Dýo fast asleep. He smiled and cautiously moved to Dýo's side. Gently taking off his cloak from his shoulders and wrapping it around himself and Dýo. The thing was rather large so it covered both of them quite well.

Hazel snuggled up close to the man next to him, slipping Dýo's arm around him. Dýo shifted in his sleep causing Hazel to almost jerk away from him. Seeing he was still asleep he sighed and laid him down, laying next to him, pulling the cloak over them just below Dýo's shoulders for himself to his chin. Then slipping Dýo's arm around his body.

Hazel looked at the butterfly again, which had now landed on his bookshelf. He felt Dýo shift again, his lose grip tightening around Hazel's body. Hazel felt himself blush. Thankfully he was sleeping. Soon enough Hazel felt his eyes grow heavy until he finally fell asleep.

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Morning rolled around.

Dýo was the first one awake out of the two. He was about to get up when he felt something rise and fall, something breathing. He looked down too a sleeping doctor under his arm.

His cheeks lit up purple as he moved his arm away. Did he do that or did Hazel do that? 

'Oh God that was unexpected.'

He thought, looking over to the bookshelf where Sunset had stayed almost the entirety of the night. Dýo moved himself over a little bit, Hazel shifted rolling over so he was facing him, burying his face into his chest slightly (Logic). 

Dýo begun to panic slightly.  He wanted to hold him close and to never let him go, however his gut told him to act natural for now.

And by act natural that meant to wake him up.

Dýo hesitantly put a hand on the sleeping doctors shoulder and gently shook him awake. Hazel opened his eyes and sat up a little. Realizing how close his face was to Dýo's, he quickly moved his head back so as not to make it seem awkward for the both of them.

Hazel cleared his throat and turned his head away. 

"Putain de merde, nous étions si proches que j'aurais pu ...... non rien de tout ça" (Holy shit, we were so close I could have......no none of that)

Hazel mumbled.

Dýo could only understand a small amount of french however it was enough to piece together what he said. Dýo blushed and got up, grabbing his cloak off the bed

"I should get ready we have a play going on later."

Hazel was disappointed. Not because Dýo had a play, but because he got up so fast. Dýo put his cloak back on and walked out quickly. Hazel suddenly became a little more aware.

'Wait was he blushing?'