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"morning," jack says sleepily as he comes downstairs, fourteen hours after he fell asleep. corbyn's been up for a solid four hours, only having slept for the eight recommended hours. he's starting to worry about jack – too little sleep isn't good for you, but neither is too much.
"morning," corbyn says, muting the TV. jack looks up with a deer-in-the-headlights expression – he knows that when corbyn pauses the TV to say something, it's going to be something important. "are you okay?" jack visibly relaxes.
"yeah," he says. "why do you ask?"
"because you slept for fourteen straight hours. again."
"and? it's better than sleeping four," jack retorts, falling onto the sofa with a shrug.
"it's still not good," corbyn chides. "what's wrong?"
"nothing," jack mumbles, and corbyn sighs.
"look, you don't have to tell me, okay? i'm not going to force you into anything. you just...you're my best friend, and I care about you. a lot." jack's face softens.
"thank you," he says gently. "i'm fine, though. i promise."
"your promises are never good enough," corbyn says quietly, but doesn't push it, unmuting the TV and letting them both drown in their little bubbles of thought.
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diary ♕ jarbyn
Fanficjack has been going to bed way earlier than usual, and corbyn sneaks into jacks room to read his private dream journal. and one day, jack finds out - - - lower case intended ™
