Lord give me strength

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A/N: Remember when I said less ship content? Yeah maybe next chapter

He rubs his face tiredly, walking as silently as he can to he and Florida's shared room. The others had been arguing more recently and he was getting less and less sleep. He pauses at the door. He still had work to do, but Florida would panic if he wasn't there in the morning. 

He walks in and changes, putting on a light t-shirt and sweatpants. He's about to lay down when he realizes Florida is holding something. It's an alligator plush. He smiles, laying next to Florida and pulling him closer. 

He wasn't letting him live this down.