✦✫· . ❛ MIKE.

Mike’s head tilts toward Josh, his grip on the controller loosening just slightly as he tries to figure out where his friend is, exactly. They played this game before–dozens of times, actually–and Josh usually kicks his ass, but now, he’s dosing off in the middle of a game. As his head rests on his shoulder, Mike laughs, pausing the game, and reaching over to pat Josh’s head.

“Sure, no homo, bro. But are you feelin’ alright? Should I take you to bed or something?”

                    as mike pets the top of josh’s head, the elder can’t help but smile. it felt nice, comforting, and his eyes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. jesus, this sucks. it’s barely eight thirty, and here he is, practically passing out on his crush friend.

                                   ❛    i mean, if you wanna carry me to bed, i wouldn’t complain.    ❜