late night blues

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"Set?" He heard a small, incoherent voice whisper. "Are you busy?"

Seto turned, burying his face into a pillow.

"You asleep?" Brice repeated, banging his foot against the bunk. Seto grunted.

"Brice, it's two in the morning, what the fuck could you actually want?" Seto snapped quite crankily.

"I just wanted to say," Brice took a pause, "—love ya, buddy."

"Fuck off."

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