“That sounds like a good idea.” John pushed himself up and crawled off the bed, walking to the closet for a fresh set of clothes. Carter followed him, kissing the top of his head before pulling on some sweats and nothing else.
They made their way into the kitchen where they microwaved leftover Chinese takeout, grabbing some beers and sodas and eating at the kitchen table. They didn’t say much, content to just be together, and when they were done eating John was yawning and looking ready to keel over.
“I don’t know why I’m so tired,” John said, swaying when he got up to put his plate in the sink. “I just woke up.”
“Agatha said you’d be tired,” Carter said, walking up behind John and pulling him back against his chest. He held John tight. “Why don’t you go back to bed? It’s the middle of the night and you obviously need the sleep.”
“Okay,” John mumbled, leaning back against Carter’s chest and letting him support his weight. Carter shifted his grip and lifted John into his arms, holding him in a bridal carry. John grinned, resting his face on Carter’s shoulder and closing his eyes. By the time Carter had carried him back to bed he was sound asleep.
Carter went back to the kitchen and cleaned up, and then made his way back into the bedroom. He wasn’t tired, but he still climbed into the bed and lay down next to John.
It was going to be a long night, but there was nowhere Carter would rather be.
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