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A soft weight against Eddie's chest and the comforting sound of deep breathing. Things were getting blurry. Not Eddie's vision, which was hyper-focused on the sleep-relaxed face of his bedmate. Blurry feelings.

Waylon always looked young and fit, but when sleeping he looked innocent. Youth touched every facet of his sleeping face. Relaxation erased years, revealing baby fat still clinging to the apples of his cheeks.

As the space between them dwindled, feelings grew to become unavoidable. Eddie knew he should pull away, wake up, shower, start his day. But his body felt impossibly heavy when he even considered leaving Waylon.

The thought of unfocused brown eyes stirred something in Eddie. Not in the usual place, which led to the usual conclusion, but between the reinforced steel cage of his ribs. Something was getting through Eddie's defenses. A growing part of him felt something more.

And that was dangerous.

A chirp from Waylon's phone on the counter roused him. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and feigned sleep, though if his ears were able to perk up like a dog's they would have. He listened as Waylon shuffled through the covers to reach his phone.

"Oh my god, you sound so good, I've missed you so much," said Waylon.

Eddie peeked one eye open and saw Waylon's hand slide up to wipe at his cheeks.

"I know, I know, I'm so happy for you."

Privacy, or support? Eddie's unsure which is right to give Waylon in that moment. Who could possibly be on the phone making Waylon cry while sounding so happy?

"Yeah, no, I got it, I got it last week," said Waylon, pausing to laugh. "You're surprised? Of course, he probably sat on it for a month. Typical." Eddie heard Waylon fighting laughter. "He offered to come with me. It took everything in my power not to tell him exactly how unwelcome that would be."

A long exhale from Waylon filled the silence between speaking.

"I'm really not sure," said Waylon, a hand coming up to ruffle his unruly bed-head. "Well, I'm just working on the movie. It's gonna wrap soon. It's a really bad time for me to be out of town." A pause. "Eddie? Uh, I don't think that's a good..."

Eddie cleared his throat, the noise causing Waylon to jump so violently he almost dropped his phone off the bed. Eddie raised a single eyebrow when their eyes locked.

"We're both busy with the shoot, but I'll talk to him about it," said Waylon, giving a sheepish grin. "Absolutely. No, I agree, I'll call you soon. I love you, too. Later."

Waylon's hand visibly shook when he pulled the phone away. He let out a long, shaky breath. "Ugh, eyes are sweaty," said Waylon, snickering to himself. "Sorry. That was my sister."

Eddie waited patiently until Waylon continued.

"She's getting married."

"When is the wedding?" asked Eddie.

"I mean, it's this weekend, but I didn't even know about it until last week, and, anyway, it's not a great idea for me to go, considering my family, but..."

"Does your sister want you there?" asked Eddie.

"Yeah," said Waylon, sighing. "Yeah, she does. Wants me to be her...man of honor? Maid of honor? I don't know, really. But I don't know, me being there would probably piss off my dad, so, it's for Lisa's benefit that I shouldn't go."

"You should go," said Eddie.

Waylon shook his head, grinning. "It's alright. I'm happier here with you." Waylon reached a hand over to gently squeeze Eddie's as it rests on top of the comforter.