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“Yeah, I get it,” He called back, huffing and mocking him quietly to the wet clothes. He stood again and got started on some food, making an actual meal for them as he wriggled around in his new jeans and sweater.

"Y'know, contrary to popular belief I'm not completely incapable of being honest. I want you to know that I really am grateful for… all the shit you did." Bryn shifted around in the bed, punching his pillows into a more comfortable position. "Also these walls are really thin and I can hear you making fun of me."

Zack stuck his tongue out at the wall, not even sure if it led to his bedroom but didn't care. He sat against the counters and waited for the water to boil, tapping his feet into the quiet of the apartment. It was like being alone at a sleepover and getting hungry. If that Human's schedule was wake up, bitch, work, bitch, drink, sleep, he wouldn't be surprised.

Bryn tried to drift off to sleep, but after five minutes of tossing and turning as he tried to calm down, it was clear that was a lost cause. He meandered into the kitchen to see what Zack was making and then started searching through the cabinets for a bowl. "Where'd you put my dishes?"

Zack pointed to his working dishwasher. "I did the dishes because I fixed the dishwasher. And most of them were filthy, so you might not find any in the cabinets," He huffed softly, turning to add salt to the water as a distraction from talking to the Human.

"Jesus, what didn't you change," Bryn muttered to himself, shutting the cabinet harder than he meant to. God, he was acting like such a child. Zack was helping him. He should be happy. Not feeling like he was about to shake out of his skin. "Are you going to do anything else?"

"Well, no, not with that tone. I just replaced and cleaned everything that wasn't working." He crossed his arms angrily, his back still aching. Maybe he'd carry the fridge again and hope it snapped him in half this time. It'd put him out of his misery.

Bryn nodded and hopped up onto the counter, legs tapping idly against the wall. Zack seemed more annoyed with him than usual so he peered into the pot on the stove and tried to change the subject. "I didn't know you could cook. What are you making?"

"You don't know a lot of things," He growled faintly in response, pointing to the spaghetti noodles and sauce he got out. "Use your eyes asshat. Spaghetti." Unless that's too much of a difference for you or something.

"Shut up, I'm tired. I'm only half processing the world right now." He yawned theatrically, pulling his arms above his head to stretch. His shoulders were sore enough that it startled a low hiss out of him. "When are we gonna make the contract?"

"Never," Zack huffed softly, his arms crossed under him now as he huddled himself for warmth. He was still really cold now that he wasn't working anymore. He got lonely really fast, even if there was another person in the room.

"Fucking freeloader." Bryn didn't seem too annoyed by it. He slipped off the counter and brushed past Zack, returning a few seconds later with a sweater three sizes too big for either of them. He shoved it into Zack's hands. "I dunno if demons can catch colds, but the last thing I need to do is take off work to take care of you."

Zack's nose twitched a little with displeasure but he took the sweater and put it on anyway. He was already doubled up on flannels and wearing sweatpants but the sweater looked really warm. He huffed at him.
"Thanks. I don't get sick."

"Good," Bryn said sharply, plopping down on the counter again. He looked annoyed on the outside, but internally he was pleased. Zack didn't look like he was three seconds away from becoming a popsicle anymore, and that counted as a small victory. "You know you can always buy some thicker jackets. That's why I gave you money in the first place."

"I might later, when I get my own money." His bank account had been closed down after he got a lot of money from a Contract. It was supposed to open up again soon. He made money for each Human and it got sent up from his home. It was a pretty nice way of life, but when his account got shut down it sort of sucked a lot.

"I'm gonna make you pay for utilities if you start hanging around here full time," Bryn warned, masking his surprise. If Zack had his own money what the fuck was he doing using Bryn's? Or… would soon have, based on the wording. Maybe he was waiting for a job offer or something. "How are you gonna make money? It's kind of hard to believe anyone would willingly employ you."

"Fuck you," He just answered, not responding to anything else with more words. He did not seem to appreciate the Human's snark. Zack would be able to pedal laps around him with how much money he made off of basically smutting himself off to every Human, and he didn't really like talking about it. The good part of it was he always had work, no matter how much he disliked it.

Bryn didn't push, noticing the discomfort sprinkled through Zack's usual defensiveness. His job was put firmly on the 'do not snark about' list because Bryn loved pushing boundaries but he wasn't about to say something that Zack was actually defensive about. "Fuck you too, sunshine. How long until the spaghetti's ready?"

"The water's not even boiled yet," He answered, showing his teeth. "Stop asking me questions." He was tired of talking to the nark of this individual. He just wanted to warm up near the stove. It was warming up his shins but that was about it.

"Don't boss me around, asshole. It wouldn't kill you to say please every once in a while. Or to pretend like you don't hate me." He hopped off the counter, glaring at Zack as he breezed into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.

Zack growled faintly and snuggled up into the corner of the counter that met the refrigerator, wishing he could just disappear behind the crack and never come out again. His wings unfurled from his back slowly and wrapped around him, and he exhaled in a soft coo.

Bryn was content to curl up under the blanket Zack had been using that morning and hate-watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians for the eighteenth time that month. Watching all the bitchy drama play out on screen made is own bitchy drama seem small and far away by comparison. He didn't so much as think of Zack or the kitchen or working overtime so he could keep the apartment a little warmer just in case Zack decided to hang around. Not at all.

Zack curled up into a little ball, blocking out the noise of the screeching women on the television. He shut his eyes and squeezed them tight, sighing shakily as he waited. He looked like a little blob of shadow next to the refrigerator. It was a miracle he even got himself to be that small, but he was bendier and smaller than he looked.

Bryn was worried after Zack had gone 10 minutes without bitching about the TV and downright uneasy after 20. He peeked into the kitchen with a defensive scowl in place, one that slipped off into a soft frown when he noticed the little black ball in the corner. He crouched down in front of Zack. "Hey sunshine, I know the Kardashian's are bad but they're not this bad. What's wrong?"

The water was definitely boiling and he wasn't doing anything with it. He had managed to doze off when he heard a Human and jumped awake, his wings lashing out and pushing him back. He hissed faintly, pressing against the wall. He relaxed slowly when he realized it was Bryn he just thrust away with his wings and curled them back up.
"Nothing. I'm just tired."