Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 3 - A Closet for Two

When you begin to knock on the door of Francis' apartment, your body trembles. Not of fear, but of anxiety. What if you killed the real Francis? You doubted it.

"Be right there." he calls from inside the apartment.

When the taller man emerges, he looks down at you with his usual tired expression. He always worked absurd hours.

"Oh, it's... You." Francis says, turning to check the clock on the wall. "Why have tou visited me?"

"I just saw a dopplegänger of you and wanted to be sure I didn't get rid of the real one..." you say shyly, scratching the back of your neck. Sure, that was part of it, but you also just wanted to see his handome face again.

"Well, since it's late.." he starts, moving aside. "I was just about to cook something in the oven."

'At this time of night?' You think to yourself silently, stepping inside his apartment.

When you're inside, he shuts the door and heads over to the kitchen, starting the oven.

"Hm," you seem to notice that Francis lived alone... It was odd. And he knew how to cook.

"No mrs. to cook for you?" you tease lightly, only trying to lighten the mood that had tensed as soon as you stepped inside.

"No, I actually don't like wo- ahem. Dating. I don't like dating." he says, seemingly covering something up, hiding something from you.

"Huh? What was that?" you ask, a small smile coming over your face.

"It was nothing." he counteracts.

"Sure, sure." you tease, clearly having fun with this opportunity to get to knoe him better. "You know, women aren't all that bad. They might not be for you, but there can be some good ones out there."

You smile again, making him turn and look at you. "What'd you say? I'm just not into women." he finally blurts out. "Good point, though."

Silence.

"Sorry, did I strike a nerve?" he mocks, setting a plate in front of you. It had something you were unfamiliar with on it. But, regardless, you still took a bite from it.

"No, I don't like women either." you chuckle, making him chuckle as well.

"Ah, maybe that's one reason why you came to my apartment so late at night..."

"Perhaps it was the reason."

"Well, I have no problem with a small visit. You know my room number so feel free to call me if you ever want to talk randomly." Francis offers to you, a smile carving its way into the corners of his lips.

"That would be nice." you smile, continuing to silently eat your food, getting up to clean the plate when you finish. "So," you start. "We're both gay, then.."

He nods in response.

"Cool. Mind if I spend the night?" you smirk, making him smirk back.

"I don't mind... But we have to share a bed unless you want to sleep out here on the couch."

Your cheeks slightly turn pink, making him chuckle. "I'd like that a lot."

"Cool, let me show you to the room, then."