"Hey babe." Luke said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hey." He said, continuing to finish up some work on his laptop.
"Can you please do the dishes?" Michael asked, so Luke looked over at him.
"It's your turn. I did them last night." Luke said, and Michael looked up with an annoyed expression.
"I have work to do." Michael muttered.
"Cool. Me too." Luke said, and Michael rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Oh yeah I forgot. You have to go work on something that brings absolutely no income whatsoever." Michael mumbled, referring to Luke's artwork.
"Michael, please not now.." Luke whispered. They always had some petty argument when Michael was stressed out over work. Luke hated it.
"What? All I'm saying is that you don't have a due date for your hobbies. I'm paying for everything you do, but you can't even do the dishes one time while I try to get money for you to spend?!" Michael said, and Luke laughed and shook his head.
"I've heard this a million times, Michael. I've been trying to get a job, so stop thinking just because I depend on you a little, I have to do everything you want me to in return. Stop holding it over my head." Luke told him, making Michael laugh.
"Until you start paying the bills, don't tell me what to do." He said, making Luke's face turn angry.
"Michael, I'm trying!" He yelled, so Michael looked up at him.
He didn't know that Luke genuinely felt awful for not being able to help out. It killed him, but there's nothing he could do about it.
"Obviously not hard enough because everyday I come home and your ass is sitting on the couch! Since you like it there so much, that's where you'll be sleeping!" Michael yelled, slamming his laptop shut before walking from the kitchen.
Luke blinked quickly, making the tears in his eyes go away. He hated it when they yelled like that. He hated arguments.
He turned around, and did the dishes. Maybe if he did them in the first place, he could've skipped the whole fight to begin with.
Once they were done, he walked up the stairs to find that their bedroom door was locked. They didn't have any guest beds yet. This was a new house so they didn't have all of their furniture.
"Michael? Can I please get a pillow?" He asked softly through the door.
"There's plenty of them on the couch." He called back, and Luke just frowned.
"Can I have a blanket? When I did laundry today I put them all in our closet." He said, but got no response.
After a while he just decided to go back downstairs.
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Michael walked down the stairs about an hour later and saw Luke asleep on the couch. The only blanket he had was a jacket from the hall closet.
Michael walked over and picked Luke up by his waist.
"Michael?" Luke asked as he secured his legs around Michael's waist. "You don't hate me anymore?"
"Baby, I don't hate you." Michael said, carrying Luke to their bedroom.
"I'm sorry for they way I spoke to you. I love your artwork, and I'd rather have you doing something you enjoy than having you do something miserable just for money. I'm sorry for locking you out, also. I'm a jerk." He said as he covered Luke's cold body with the blanket.
"I forgive you. You were stressed out over work. I get it." Luke whispered.
"That's not an excuse. I should never talk down to you." Michael whispered, kissing Luke's forehead.
Luke scooted closer, laying his head on Michael's chest.
"I really love you, you know? Sometimes I think I don't tell you enough." Michael said softly.
"I really love you too."
