when Norton slams the door to Naib’s room, you hardly flinch from your cuddling position. pausing the hand that was running through his hair, you shift up to get a look at your other boyfriend.

he doesn’t look good. hair wet from a shower, but bags hang heavy under his good eye.

you and Naib give each other a look. the same one you give the other in matches, in passing when you both haven’t seen each other all day.

the mercenary wordlessly waves him over, inviting him to your cuddle.