“I guess so. Still sorry, though.”
“Yeah okay, I get that. You can make it up to me after a nap.” Wyatt grinned at him, and Izzy felt a rush of heat travel through his body.
“Okay, that’s acceptable.” He could definitely work with that deal.
They managed to get to the trailers without meeting anyone, which suited Izzy just fine. He’d rather not face anyone until he could be sure he felt better again. The panic attack had shaken him more than he thought possible, and the aftermath wasn’t easy, either.
He jumped at the sound of the trailer door closing with the usual bang when the spring on the top of the door pulled it shut.
Wyatt just smiled at him kindly and pulled him to his bedroom. He undressed Izzy, then put him to bed on top of the covers and pulled a blanket on top of him.
“I know you don’t want to be under the covers before you go shower after work,” he explained as he climbed over Izzy to join him.
“Good thinking,” Izzy murmured, feeling shaky and unsettled still. It went in waves. “It goes in waves,” he said out loud. “I feel better and then worse again.”
“It’s okay. I’m here and we’ll nap, and when you feel better we get something to eat. You didn’t have time for lunch, right?”
Time before his treacherous brain took over. Izzy frowned and thought back. “No, I was making coffee, I think…”
“Okay. Then we nap and I’ll make something to eat when we wake up.”
Izzy nodded, made sure they were both comfortable, and tried to relax enough to sleep.
* * * *
He woke up briefly to Wyatt getting out of bed.
“Sleep, I need the bathroom,” Wyatt murmured and kissed his cheek. Izzy sighed happily and heard Wyatt’s chuckle, then he was out like a light again.
“Baby, there’s omelets if you wanna wake up?”
Izzy struggled to wake up, then stretched and smiled when he felt Wyatt’s touch on his arm. Quickly, he grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged.
Wyatt let out an “oof” and giggled as he sprawled on top of Izzy.
“You cooked for me?” Izzy murmured, looking into the sparkling eyes of his partner.
“Uh-huh. I did.” Wyatt kissed him and they made out slowly for a moment.
Then Izzy winced. “Okay, I got to get up. You’re literally on my bladder.”
Wyatt looked wide eyed for a moment, then burst out laughing, which didn’t help Izzy’s predicament at all. He rolled Wyatt to the side and got up.
“Romance is dead!” Wyatt hiccupped as he continued to snicker.
Smiling, Izzy headed to the bathroom.
* * * *
They had “linner,” apparently that was something between lunch and dinner. Izzy wasn’t quite sure if Wyatt didn’t just make that up right then, especially with the giggling and all. Somehow, Izzy had ended up sleeping for over three hours. He wasn’t really that surprised, after all he’d slept poorly during the night and then the whole panic attack deal.
“So, about that repayment?” he said once they’d cleaned up.
Wyatt blushed. “Yeah?”
Izzy let his voice drop in register. “Yeah. I think I have an idea for that.”
“You do?”
