She was gone.
Rody found it hard to believe. She was the one he thought he was waiting for all his life, and she was also the one who left too quickly. This couldn't be how it would end... yet it all added up- how she was always "busy," how she neve...
He really shouldn't be this happy. This was so wrong- yet it felt so right.
But here he was back at his apartment, acting like a fangirl simping over her crush. Except Rody was a man simping for another man, which was pretty dangerous.
'No Rody, you shouldn't be this happy just because you heard that your boss is gay.'
'Yes Rody, you should be happier than this, you might actually have a chance with him!'
'No Rody, stop getting your hopes up, he definitely doesn't like you back.'
'Yes Rody, you have a crush on a man and you just found out that the man you like also likes men, you definitely should get your hopes up.'
'NO RODY YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A CHANCE WITH HIM!'
'YES RODY, ITS POSSIBLE'
'NO RODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY'
'YES RODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY'
Rody sighed as his two personalities continued to fight in his head. He couldn't even decide his feelings anymore. Did he like his boss? Did he love his boss- nope, too soon for that- did he hate his boss? Okay, what even was their relationship? Worker and boss? No, too close for that- Husbands? Nope, he wished though- UH NO WHY WAS HE EVEN THINKING THAT- Lovers? No, nothing romantic, so... friends? Best friends? He'd stick with that for now...
Suddenly, he got an idea. He knew he shouldn't go there, it was a terrible idea, but was it?... Rody thought for a few minutes and eventually decided to visit the last place in the world he should go- Vincent's apartment. It was an excellent idea.
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"Who is thi- Oh hey Rody, uh, why are you here? It's almost midnight," Vincent said, letting Rody inside.
"Sorry, I just... couldn't sleep, I guess..."
"Is it because of Manon again?" Vincent asked, concerned.
"Not really, its just... uh- something... else?" Rody said, questioning his own choice of words. 'Oh god, is it obvious that it's related to him? No, definitely not, I'm very discreet!'
"Well, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I don't want to pressure you. It's really late, you should, uh, probably stay here for the night," Vincent said, and Rody blushed, thinking about..... things.
"B-but I- y-you! UHHH I MEAN- I don't have a p-problem with that or anyhting- I- but- it's just that- IDON'TTHINKYOUHAVEAGUESTROOM-" Rody's face was heating up, and he looked away so it wouldn't look like he was blushing like an absolute simp. Which he kinda was....
"...Oh!" Now Vincent was the one who was blushing madly. "I-I didn't mean we w-would have to- uhm- sleep together, I meant, uh, I mean, I can take the couch or something, I didn't mean it like that-"
'Okay, there is definitely something wrong with me,' Rody thought. 'Why do I feel so disappointed that we won't sleep together...? WAIT NO IT'S NOT LIKE I WANT TO SLEEP WITH MY BOSS OR ANYHTING- ugh, snap out of it, Rody!'
"No! I'll take the couch! It's your bed!" Rody protested.
"But you're the guest!" Vincent insisted, and said, "Just come in first, then we can figure something out later- I guess-"
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A few minutes later, Rody and Vince sat on the couch. Rody yawned. He looked at the clock, and he could barely even tell what it said, as the room was dark and his eyelids felt like bricks weighing his down. In other words, he was tired as hell. Rody squinted as the time came into focus for a moment: 3:57 AM. Rody yawned again, and ended up leaning against Vincent out of habit. Vincent immediately blushed and turned bright pink, and he covered his face to try to hide it, although he failed and kind of just made it more obvious he was turned on. 'Shit-' Vincent thought- 'It's not that obvious... right?' When Rody realized he was leaning on Vincent, he blushed and quickly sat up. "Sorry- I was just tired, and I didn't know- I-" Vincent shushed Rody and gently placed his head back on his shoulder. "This is okay... I don't mind, really, I'm kind of used to this... It's not a big deal," Vincent said softly, and he couldn't have been more glad the room was pretty dark, or Rody would have probably thought Vincent had a fever from how red his face was.
They couldn't tell- had it been seconds? Minutes? Hours? The whole night? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? They just sat there on the couch, the only sound being their breaths and the occasional shifting noises. Although Rody could barely see in the darkness, he could tell that him and Vincent were very close, judging from the way he could basically feel him breathing. Their faces brushed against each other for a brief moment- and although they both couldn't tell, both of them blushed like mad. Rody considered- if he just leaned in just barely an inch, he could- no, he couldn't... Rody, too tired at that point to realize what he was doing, closed his eyes and sighed, wrapping his arms around Vincent and shifting closer. Vincent, without hesitation, pulled Rody closer until they were basically in a cuddling position. After a few minutes, Rody was sound asleep in Vincent's arms. Not long after, Vincent also fell asleep. For a moment, everything was the way Rody wanted it.
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