𝘼 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 // 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤
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patrick yawned. he traveled his eyes around his room as if he was looking for something, or in this case, someone.

finally, his eyes met those of henry bowers.

he yawned again and scooted closer to him. henry had been sitting up against the wall, doing something on his phone.

he wrapped his free arm around patrick's tired body.

patrick still remained lying down, and said in a sleepy voice, "whatcha doin?".

henry looked at him for a moment. "scrolling through twitter."

"ah. that's a fun game." hockstetter replied, making it obvious he was very much half asleep.

henry giggled. "yep- i love um, playing twitter."

"why we we talking about twitter?" patrick replied almost an entire minute after bowers asked, a serious look planted on his face as his eyes beginning to re-open.

henry chuckled again, and without replying he just ruffled patrick's hair, making a smile form on patrick's face.

"how'd you sleep?" patrick asked, sitting up and leaning his back against the wall with henry.

henry paused for a moment; "good."

patrick looked at his eyes. henry's eyes stayed on his phone.

patrick lifted his hand and moved henry's head towards his own.

"did you sleep at all?" patrick asked, eyes steadily focused on henry's.

henry sighed and looked away, "not a lot."

patrick sighed and dropped his hand. "do you want to take a nap?"

henry shook his head certainly, "no, i'm okay. i'll just take some melatonin tonight."

patrick didn't look convinced. "that's what you said last night- remember? and i don't think you did."

"i said that? whatever- i'm serious this time." bowers said, looking into patrick's eyes in a reassuring way.

"okay. now come here." patrick said, with a smile and pulling henry into a hug.

henry giggled and accepted, and they both layed back down.

after a minute or two of this position, henry mustered out: "what time is it?"

"shhh" patrick replied, looking more tired than henry was, and he actually slept.

henry rolled his eyes and shut them again. "wait but my dad-"

"f*** your dad."

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"do you want a hoodie?" patrick shouted to henry, who was in the bathroom getting ready.

"ill be okay, patrick!" henry shouted back, rolling his eyes and smiling.