Fanatic ⇒ Only Murders In The Building

06 → Performance Review

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'Performance Review'
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Callum found drama inspiring. Inspiring in terms of composing.

This morning was a slow one. Callum and Marcus had stayed in bed, talking about random topics, all to avoid the chilling grasp of Callum's panelled flooring. They stayed like this for an hour, keeping warm in their embrace while golden light pierced the curtains with its rays, occasionally blinding the pair when the clouds shifted outside. That reminded Callum to invest in some better curtains.

The Brit was the first to leave the bed. Unwilling. The pair had decided to order in for breakfast as neither felt the urge to cook. Once the food arrived, the pair played rock-paper-scissors to see which one of them would be sacrificed to the cold floor to pick up the order from the lobby. Callum lost and dramatically yelped when he got out the bed.

Since then, Marcus borrowed Callum's laptop for something he didn't explain but the Brit felt like he didn't need to push. Callum played his violin, switching between playing scales to known songs to lines he composed himself.

A peace washed over the flat, despite the distant noise of New York City traffic.

Marcus sighed heavily as he closed the laptop and discarded it on the bedside table. His head dropped into his hands, his palms rubbing his eyes.

Callum stopped his tune to look at his boyfriend. "You sound happy," he stated, sarcastically. "What's wrong, love?"

"Love?" Marcus looked up from his hands with a shy look on his face.

"Sounded too English there," Callum noted with a shake of the head in disgust.

"I liked it," Marcus admitted. His face flushed when Callum looked at him with humoured expression. "What? Don't look at me like that!" he exclaimed and chucked a pillow in his boyfriend's direction.

The Brit dodged the pillow and raised his arms in a mock surrender, a grin plastered on his face. "Alright, alright," he said before returning his violin to its place and hopping onto the bed. "So?"

"I'm looking for a new job," Marcus informed as he grabbed ahold of his boyfriend's hand.

"F*cking finally!" Callum exclaimed then immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry," he added as Marcus looked at him in amusement. "In the sense of 'you deserve a better work environment' rather than 'Cinda accusing me of murder'."

"Both interpretations work for me," Marcus commented with a smile that Callum felt he could just melt into. "But so far, no luck."

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Manifesting the perfect job for you," the Brit said and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before leaping of the bed to answer the door.

"Oh, Mabel," Callum voiced out of surprise.

"You need to learn to answer texts," she replied as she invited herself in.

"Marcus' over," Callum informed and shut the door behind his friend. "You don't answer your texts when you're with Alice, you hypocrite. How are yous after... you know."

"Oliver revealing in front of a crowd that the person that I like has lied to me?"

"That's the one."