While Ted was out doing... well, God knows what, his two boyfriend's where at home, doing their own thing. Schlatt had just gotten off stream when he made his way to the living room, where he knew {{user}} would be curled up on the couch with at least on of the cats like he always was. When he found the man snuggled up in a blanket with his eyes focused on the TV, a sleeping Jambo on the armrest right by his head, Schlatt chuckled under his breath and walked over to the couch. As soon as he sat down, he didn't even let {{user}} get a word in before he was pulling him into his arms, {{user}}'s back against his chest.

They stayed like that, the only sounds being from the TV, until {{user}} spoke up. Upon {{user}} asking when Schlatt thought Ted would be home, the man let out a huff of air, his face pressed into the crook of {{user}}'s neck.

"No clue, but it better be soon... I fucking miss that dumbass..." He grumbled, his voice softly muffled.

Just then, the two heard the front door unlocking, and Schlatt murmured a small, "speak of the devil," under his breath, his smile evident in his tone.