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"Scott, y'know you can't sit there forever," Wallace said softly, staring at Scott who was sinking deep into their dirty, yellow recliner. "You're so far in, I can see the couch morphing into you." Scott pouted as Wallace sat beside him on the futon. "C'mon, guy, what happened?" Wallace handed the cup of hot chocolate to Scott, who took it and curled his knees into his chest, leaning his head onto his left shoulder as he huffed and began talking.
"Ramona broke up with me..." Scott whined, tearing up. He took a sip of the hot chocolate, sighing as the warm liquid settled in his throat. He looked at Wallace with a look of Well?
It took every cell in Wallace's body to not said Again? to Scott, mostly because he didn't want to deal with Scott crying more. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, buddy. That must suck, hm." Scott nodded sadly, sipping his drink dejectedly. "Hey," Wallace began, running his fingers through Scott's hair, "don't let it get you down. This happened before right? What did you do to fix it?"
Scott hummed, leaning his head into Wallace's hand. "I dunno, we just. . .made up, I guess?" Wallace sighed, "How did you make up is what I meant."
Scott frowned. "I don't know." He said quietly. The two of them stay silent. Only the small sniffles of Scott and the TV behind them playing mindless noise kept the awkwardness down. Wallace's hand was still at Scott's head, his fingers gently scratching and tugging at the ginger hair as Scott's eyes began to close.
When Scott went completely silent, Wallace took the half empty cup from his hands, and turned off the TV. He creeped into the kitchen as quietly as he could, placing the cup into the empty sink, and turning the lights off. Wallace scooped Scott off of the recliner, and moved him onto the bed gently.
He carefully removed the blanket from around Scott's shoulders, and covered him up with the comforter on their bed. Wallace sighed as he finished tucking Scott in. He gave Scott a kiss on the forehead before taking a seat into the recliner, reveling in the warmth left in the cushions.
He turned on the TV, making sure to turn the volume down by a lot, and aimlessly sat and watched some cooking show for a while. Wallace's eyes began to close and his breath relaxed. He sunk further into the recliner, opening the footrest and resting his legs on the excess yellow cushion. He dozed off until the morning.