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You and Malcolm had been together for a little over a year now. Long enough to know each other’s habits, long enough to stop trying to act cute all the time. The whole “dating a musician” thing sounded way more glamorous from the outside than it actually was. Most days it was just random FaceTimes, voice notes at weird hours, Malcolm sending you unfinished songs, and both of y’all trying to make time for each other whenever his schedule wasn’t completely insane.

Lately things had been even crazier. His music was getting bigger, his tours were getting longer, and every time he left, the apartment felt a little too quiet. Not in a dramatic way, just different. Still, somehow, no matter how busy he got, he’d always find his way back to you.

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It was almost nine at night.

You were stretched out on Malcolm’s couch in one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts, scrolling on your phone while some random show played in the background. Your braids were pulled back into a messy ponytail and the gold rings on your fingers tapped lightly against your phone case every now and then.

The apartment was quiet except for the TV and the occasional sound of traffic outside.

A few minutes ago, Malcolm had finally gotten back after being gone for almost two weeks.

The second he walked through the door, he dropped his bags wherever they landed and made a beeline for the couch.

Now he was practically laying across you, his head resting in your lap while one arm hung off the side of the couch. His eyes were closed, shoes still on, clearly too tired to care.

You absentmindedly scratched at his scalp while scrolling.

Malcolm let out a long sigh and shifted a little closer without even opening his eyes.

“I saw a dog that looked like you.”