(nice! I've kinda fallen off my podcast groove since I don't have a bus to listen to them on anymore.)
Glenn managed even less of a mumble settling into the most comfortable position he could find, which wasn't particularly comfortable.
(The podcast I'm listening to is a story with way too much well done gay in OMG…)
Rykah gentle laid a hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"
(lol, nice. most of mine are true crime, and the ones that aren't are… surreal horror, I think?)
(Yeah, so far this is very intriguing, the main characters have just had a bonding moment over a hatching dragon egg,)
The hand on his shoulder jerked Glenn back into wakefulness. He blinked a few times before sitting up straight and realizing he must have collapsed. Again. Fuck! He blushed softly, staring at his hands so he wouldn't have to look into Rykah's eyes "I'm fine! Something's just come over me today, I guess." he said, pretending he didn't know why he kept collapsing. "What were we talking about?"
"I think you need to rest first…" said Rykah, before you collapse again.
(that sounds adorable! rn my characters are singing about shooting Roosevelt in a surprisingly jazzy song)
(XD, well the one is pretending to be a thief when really he's a sheltered prince, with the prince of a rivaling kingdom, who has openly threatened to kill him)
"But you're my guest! It would be rude if I just abandoned you to take a nap," Glenn said, running a hand through his hair. "Besides it's only 7. I can stay up a few more hours-" he was interrupted by a loud yawn.
"Yeah no… you need sleep…" he said, hugging him.
(that's going to be angsty as hell, but I haven't even listened to it and I feel attached so what can you do?)
(Yeah, it is, it is so cute!)
Glenn leaned into the hug heavily, using Rykah to stumble to his feet. Arguing when he could barely stand was probably the height of stupidity, so he decided not to argue. "If you say so. Um… can you help me to my room? It's just past the living room."
(I might need to listen to it now. What's it called? Also, on an unrelated note, my computer is rebelling, so there are probably going to be some typos in my writing.)
Rykah nodded, hugging him tighter, guiding him over to his room, and helping him lie down.
(It's called The Two Princes, and it's on spotify)
Glenn let out a whine when Rykah dropped him on the bed, not wanting to leave the pleasant warmth of the hug. Well, that was embarrassing. Maybe Rykah wouldn't mention it and Glenn could still come out of today with some dignity. To cover it up, he started talking. "Before you go, can you give me your phone number? Or, maybe your email, if that's moving too fast."
(I actually don't have spotify, do you know if it's in the apple podcast app?)
(nvm, I'll just search it)
Glenn let out a whine when Rykah dropped him on the bed, not wanting to leave the pleasant warmth of the hug. Well, that was embarrassing. Maybe Rykah wouldn't mention it and Glenn could still come out of today with some dignity. To cover it up, he started talking. "Before you go, can you give me your phone number? Or, maybe your email, if that's moving too fast."
Rykah pulled out his sketchbook and a piece of paper from it, writing a number on the back. "Here you are…" he said softly, laying it on his nightable. "I'm just going to let myself out," he said.
Glenn smiled, blood running cold when he realized Rykah would have to go through two rooms to leave the apartment. He could do anything to Glenn's space, and Glenn wouldn't even know about it until tomorrow! Still, he couldn't force Rykah to stay here overnight. He clutched at Rykah's sleeve nervously, looking up at him with his best puppy dog eyes. "Don't touch anything. Please."
"I won't" said Rykah softly, curious as to why he was so nervous, but letting the other hold his sleeve. "I promise I'm not going to touch anything"
Glenn sighed in relief, the breath he had been unknowingly holding rushing out of him. Normally he wouldn't take someone's words at face value, but this was his soulmate. "Okay. Um… Thank you. For walking me here and making tea and humoring me and everything. I'll text you tomorrow, if that's okay?"