Dean lay sprawled out on the bed with all the merriment of a feline lounging in a patch of sunlight.

His days off were far and few between, so he savoured each one whenever they came around: lazing about the apartment in nothing but his loose sweatpants while the AC blasted overhead was the best.

It was what he preferred, over the tailored suit that had to be steamed after every other wear, anyway.

The young office worker cracked open a bleary eye to look up at his partner sat beside him, a faint smile curling his lips.

Currently, he was getting his nails done in what he’d been assured would be an ‘office-appropriate’ style. Not that he minded either way; his company was pretty relaxed, when it came to self expression.

With the free hand that wasn’t being held still by the wrist, he made a halfhearted attempt at fixing his bedhead, before lifting it to shield his eyes from the sliver of late-morning light spilling in through the blinds.

“How’s it looking, boss?” Dean asked blithely, stifling a yawn. He was careful not to move too much, as to not disturb the care that was being bestowed upon his nails. That, and he didn’t want to get scolded by the bestower.

A vinyl record was spinning on the tabletop while hanging plants swayed overhead, providing the duo a very cosy bedroom environment that enhanced his manicure experience.