[RL: Tuesday Night || Apartment || Phoenix; Zelos] - IT CAN BE CUDDLE TIEM NAO?

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((OOC: Continued from here.))

[curled up on the couch, holding his pillow close, and feeling really damn pathetic]

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“Hmm… stupid ending…” The fingers in his hair roused him enough to realize his own were lying limp (and asleep) against the back of the couch, and he flexed them in an unsuccessful attempt to return feeling before resuming his efforts in combing them through Zelos’ hair. “Sorry,” he said, though a few seconds later, his hand had stilled again.

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To be fair, as far as he knew, the movie was still going on, but he didn't see how that would really be relevant at this point.

Especially considering Phoenix seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Pity. Zelos was going to ask what the mumbled apology had been for, but the question had died on his lips as Phoenix's hand had once again gone limp against his hair.

He smiled, shaking his head slightly. Back to being the pillow, then.

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By all rights and means, he probably should have left some time ago.

Phoenix had been sleeping for...how long had it been now? He wasn't quite sure, but it had to have been hours. Phoenix had shifted surprisingly little (Zelos wasn't quite sure why he had expected different), and was still seemingly content, leaning against Zelos' shoulder fast asleep.

Truthfully, the only thing that had kept Zelos from moving was not knowing if he was going to wake Phoenix up or not. He certainly hadn't expected the reaction upon turning the movie off.

But he couldn't really afford to wait around until Phoenix woke up...he was due in Sybak the next morning to see how their research was progressing. More importantly, if he had to take a guess, he didn't think Phoenix would handle his inadvertently having "slept over" well...and Zelos thought it would probably be a little nicer to save him that awkwardness.

That thought won out as he carefully moved over, settling Phoenix down on the couch. He didn't stir, and Zelos smiled, slightly relieved.

Although he didn't like the idea of the door's deadbolt being left unlocked, there was at least a lock on the doorknob itself, and that was better than nothing. As he moved to the door, he cast one last look back toward Phoenix, still sound asleep. He smiled again, shaking his head slightly.

And with that, he let himself out, locking the doorknob's lock behind him.

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The next morning, Phoenix awoke with a start when his alarm promptly went off at 7:00am. After a few moments of disorientation (it wasn’t the first time he had fallen asleep without unfolding the bed, but it wasn’t something he made a habit of), he resisted the urge to throw the alarm at the wall, instead fumbling for the button that would turn the damned thing off. Of course, he managed to hit the one that switched the deafening buzz to the harsh static of music in between stations, sadly just as deafening. He cringed.

Patience wearing thin, he finally opted to slam all the buttons with his hand, which fortunately seemed to do the trick. Foe vanquished, his hand dropped to the floor and he sighed into his pillow, debating whether or not he should get up or sleep in a few extra minutes.

As his mind and body leaned heavily in the direction of sleep, his thoughts wandered in the direction of the previous night, and he suddenly found himself wide awake, sitting up, and looking around.

Nobody else seemed to be in the apartment. To be sure, he stood and slowly crept to the bathroom, finding—much to his relief—no one there, either.

When he returned to the living room, he sank into the couch and ran a hand over his face, a flurry of emotions battling for dominance. On one hand, he was angry at the idea of, once again, serving as a plaything for the gods’ amusement. Not only that, he was ashamed and extremely embarrassed about his behavior within the last twenty-four hours. How was he going to explain himself to everyone? And Maya… Oh, God, Maya…

He shuddered.

… On the other hand…

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

On the other hand, it hadn’t been all that bad. In fact, it had been kind of nice. He couldn’t remember the last time someone held him or ran their fingers through his hair or even when he’d last been that physically close to someone, a fact that left him with a momentary pang of... he wasn’t sure what. Heaving another sigh, he stretched out on his back and tried to relax.

As nice as it had been, he was glad Zelos hadn’t decided to stay the night. It was strange enough thinking about it now; having to face him would have been another matter entirely, and probably indescribably awkward. Phoenix could only hope Zelos wouldn’t mention it to anyone. He didn’t relish the idea of having to fumble through an explanation.

After several moments of idle thought, his body finally came to the conclusion that more sleep was needed and, being the dutiful individual he was, he complied, rolling into a more comfortable position on his side. Sleep quickly overcame him, but even in his last few moments of consciousness, his mind continued to play the events from the night before and he vaguely recalled tugging his pillow from under his head and holding it close to his chest.

He went into work an hour and a half late that morning, but he was smiling.