2gether Again

Sleepovers

Tine woke up to the sound of gentle knocking, sleepy eyes opening and blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. With a soft yawn, he untangled himself from Sarawat, who was still dead asleep, and walked over to the front door.

He pulled it open and with a wai, said, "Hi, sorry, I fell asleep---"

"Clearly."

Tine's eyes widened at the appearance of his older brother holding the bag of food he had ordered, a grumpy expression on his handsome face. "P'Type! What are you doing here?"

Type cleared his throat and stepped through the doorway, taking off his shoes and handing Tine the bags. "Can't your older brother pay you a visit?" He placed both hands on his hips, waiting for an answer.

"P!" Tine whined, "Of course you can. It's just that... well." Tine coughed and motioned for Type to follow him inside. "Sarawat's asleep."

Type wandered into the living area and made himself comfortable on Tine's couch, staring at Sarawat who was no longer snoring, but instead wrapped around the pillow that Tine had been sleeping on earlier. His nose was shoved into one corner, a small smile on his face.

"He's still super cute." Type admitted, leaning back and looking back at Tine.

"You have your own man," Tine said, without any heat, "Quite literally, in fact."

"It's just an observation." Type replied easily. "Does he sleep over often?"

"No. This is his first time here." Tine frowned and started plating the food on the kitchen counter. "What is this? An interrogation?"

"It's just a question. But I can interrogate you if you want. Mom and Dad have been asking when you're going to bring him home."

Tine made a face. "They'll fawn all over him. He hates that."

"Oh please," Type said with a roll of his eyes. "They've been fawning over him since before he became famous. Remember when our moms met that one semester you guys decided to room together?"

"As if I could forget." Tine smiled to himself at those memories. It was short lived, only lasting around six months at the end of their first year at university before a fire broke out in their building. But he had so much fun with Sarawat then, before Pam, before the fame. Then they sort of just, drifted apart.

"I never approved of him, you know."

"Hey!" Tine protested, "We were never together in college. We were just good friends for a little while."

"Uh-huh," Type said, disbelief coloring his words. "Has he been in your office?"

Tine's eyes widened as he shot forward, slapping a hand over Type's mouth and looking at Sarawat. Thank God he was still asleep. "Shut up, P! He doesn't know about that."

Type laughed and pushed his younger brother away with a soft shove. "Okay, okay. I'll stop teasing you."

"Why are you here, P'Type?" Tine asked, tiredly. "What exactly were you hoping to see?"

Type's expression turned soft and fond as he looked at his beloved nong, and remained that way as he turned back around to the sleeping idol.

He smiled.

"Exactly what I came for I think."

Type stood up and gave Tine a quick hug.

"Good night. Don't do anything stupid."

Tine was confused. "You're leaving already?"

"Man's waiting in the car. I'll see you next weekend. Bring him for dinner."