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Edd sat cross-legged on the worn corduroy couch, a book in his lap and a pair of round reading glasses perched on his nose. A little lamp on the end table provided a bit of dim light for his reading in the otherwise dark room. He wore a brown sweater with an argyle pattern, orange collar poking out from underneath.
Eddy, meanwhile, lingered nearby in an old tank top and pajama pants, cloaked in a blanket. He took occasional sips of a drink in a chipped mug, often glancing at Edd, who was too engrossed in his book to notice at first. Eventually, he caught Eddy staring.
“Are you alright?” Edd asked gently, looking up from his book. His tone always seemed slightly concerned, even when everything was perfectly fine. Eddy secretly admired that about him.
“Yeah,” Eddy said, then frowned, setting his cup down on the end table. “Just, uh… sorta cold.”
Edd tilted his head. “The thermostat is still set to 71. I could get you another blanket, if you’d like.”
“No, it’s- uh, well, it’s not that kind of cold,” Eddy said, crossing his arms awkwardly, then uncrossing them.
Edd’s eyes widened a little as he realized what he meant. “Oh,” he said. He smiled slightly and carefully set aside his book.
Eddy shuffled awkwardly in place. “I mean, if you’re busy…”
“Come here,” Edd interrupted.
Eddy didn’t need to be told twice. He sat on the couch beside Edd, trying to act casual about how he immediately leaned into him. Edd welcomed the weight, draping an arm around his shoulders. Eddy was warm, despite his words.
“Is this okay?” Edd asked.
Eddy nodded, snuggling closer. “Yeah,” he said, his voice muffled by the sweater he’d buried his face in.
They stayed like that in comfortable silence for a moment.
“You could’ve just said you wanted to cuddle,” Edd teased.
“Yeah, but where’s the subtlety in that?”
Edd giggled, brushing a thumb over Eddy’s shoulder. “Well, I think your plan was successful."
“Good,” Eddy murmured drowsily. “You’re warm. And soft. And you smell like books.”
Edd blushed faintly. “Thank you. You smell like, um… Cologne.”
Eddy chuckled. “It’s just deodorant. But I’ll take it.”
Edd smiled, his fingers lightly tracing patterns over Eddy’s upper arm. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the distant whirring of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional rustle of the wind outside.
Eddy yawned, his body sinking more heavily against Edd’s side. “Man, you make a good pillow.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Edd replied.
“I’m tired.” Eddy said. “I don’t feel like gettin’ up, can we just sleep here?”
“I suppose that would be alright,” Edd said. He shifted so he could lie down fully, tugging Eddy with him.
There was a bit of graceless fumbling. Eddy accidentally elbowed a couch cushion and Edd’s glasses were nearly knocked off, but they settled eventually, tangled together across the couch. Eddy ended up draped over Edd’s chest, his cheek pressed against the fuzzy sweater, Edd’s arms wrapped securely around his waist.
Edd reached up and removed his glasses, placing them carefully on the end table next to his book. He flicked off the lamp.
Eddy sighed contentedly. “You’re real comfy, Sockhead.”
Edd smiled, eyes half-lidded. “You’re so affectionate when you're sleepy.”
“Mmm. Shut up,” Eddy mumbled.
Edd let his eyes close, his hand stroking gentle circles on Eddy’s back. “Goodnight, Eddy. I love you.”
“’Night, Dee. Love you too.”