Roomies {Harringrove}

Day Fourteen

Our new scientists <3

The day before was a wonderful blur and Billy tried to wipe off the smile on his face everytime he thought back. He'd expected Steve to get bored of his attempts at bringing Shakespeare to life but Steve never stopped with that enthralled look, asking what certain words meant, gasping at people's deaths, arms flailing from excitement quite often. Both of them were in their own little bubble, that day and no one could have brought them down.

Unfortunately, it was a new day. And not just any day, it was the day the new scientists were showing up. He had to make sure they were ready. He looked down at his lap where Steve was quietly perched, snoring awful loud. He didn't even mind it. He hadn't had a nightmare, once again and felt ready to take on their shit. He just wished they'd had more time alone.

"Steve...? Come on, buddy, we need to get ready. Don't want them walking in, seeing us like this." He hated how judgemental people were. Just because they felt comfortable around each other and got a bit too close sometimes, it didn't have to mean they were anything more than friends. He huffed a bit and perhaps Steve sensed his change in mood because he shifted a bit in his sleep, his eyes squinted as he tried to drag himself out of the peaceful slumber he'd been in.

"What's... Going on...?"

"Baby, hey. Come on, get up. I'm pretty sure they'll be here soon and we have to get ready." Steve opened his eyes slowly, blinking when he saw Billy smile at him. Had he really fallen asleep on his lap through the night? They were still on the couch from the storytelling Billy had done (which had been utterly incredible, by the way) and he felt guilty for keeping his head on his friend that long.

"I'm sorry."

"What on earth are you apologising for now, Steve?" Steve gave an affronted gasp when Billy rolled his eyes, both chuckling. Neither wanted to move, not just yet. "You apologise so often and yet, every time, it's for no good reason. So tell me. Why the sorry?"

"I... Well, I slept on you."

"Yeah? So?"

"You must be uncomfortable."

"It was my choice. I'm glad you got some good sleep. Cos I did, too."

"Did I hurt your laps or something? They say I'm hardheaded so my skull is pretty heavy, not to brag."

"Well there's no brains in there so that makes up for all of it- I'm joking, joking!" Steve's glare simmered into a pout that quickly flew away when Billy lowered his head complacently, allowing him full access to his curls. While he was in full-on baby mode, he decided to answer his question. "Of course you didn't hurt me. These thighs are stronger than you think."

"I have no doubt. They're the perfect pillows and I am so sorry you don't get the chance to lay on them. My own chicken legs would probably be impossible to sleep on so it sucks I can't return the gesture."

"Hmm... We'll test that theory, later. Right now, you and I have to shower so the new whities aren't overwhelmed by how gross we are just yet." Steve snickered, latching onto Billy's outstretched hand. He felt himself blushing once the blonde's back was turned and took great effort to resist every urge to jump on his back. He got really, really into baby mode sometimes and it was quite hard to get out. He just felt small and vulnerable and wanted nothing more than for Billy to take care of him. It was incredibly embarrassing. "Steve? Steve? Baby?"

"Wh-wha?"

"You space out so much. What the hell goes through that head of yours?"

"I could ask you the same thing but I'm a bit scared to find out." Billy took just one step closer but it was enough to unbalance poor Steve who scurried away to grab his towel.