"Probably." He took his phone back scrolling through his text and wincing when, sure enough, a few from management appeared in the queue. He left them unread. "I'm just gonna pretend like I didn't see them. We've got an interview on a talk show tonight, should we come out publicly then? Just to make it official?"
Atlas winced at the thought of the messages, there probably many messages on his phone as well. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that interview, but that's the perfect time to make an official statement about it. Let's hope management doesn't beat us up behind the scenes afterward." He sighed, the fact that this was actually happening completely registering in his head. "Whatever happens, we'll get through it, together, k?"
"They're probably gonna beat us up beforehand too, but… yeah." He reached over to take Atlas' hand, setting his phone to the side for now. "We'll get through this together, and if management doesn't like it then fuck 'em because we're getting a new company as soon as this tour is done and there's nothing they can do about it."
Atlas nodded, lacing his and Emrys' fingers together. "Exactly, management hasn't got anything on us. Like they can't cancel the tour since we've already started it and they can't stop us from putting out music since we're leaving right after. This whole thing is like a big 'fuck you, management'." He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Emrys' cheek.
Em laughed and some of the tension in his body seemed to ease at the reassurance. "Yeah." He took a deep breath and then kissed Atlas sweetly, smiling. "Management can't do shit except yell at us, and in two weeks we'll be off tour and they won't even be able to do that."
Atlas nodded, smiling. "I really wanna hug you, but I don't want to get bleach on your face, hair or shirt." He sighed, a dramatic frown on his lips. "How long has the bleach been in my hair? When is the talk show interview again?"
Emrys laughed softly and opened his arms for Atlas, pulling him into a warm hug. "Nah, fuck this shirt. It's old anyways, and my hair's not gonna get dyed just from exposure and I can wash my face." He squeezed Atlas tight, smiling. "Our interview's at 12. It's a late-night show. Aad you can wash out the bleach in a minute."
Atlas giggled and tightly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, nuzzling his neck. "I'll stay here for a bit then wash out my hair. I like your hugs too much to not stay here for at least 5 minutes." He squeezed Emrys for a second. "I'm so glad it's late, plenty of time to show up with cotton candy on my head."
Emrys laughed and pulled him closer, kissing Atlas on the cheek. "Alright, then I guess I'm gonna be here for a while, aren't I?" He squeezed Atlas back, smile big and bright on his face. "And I wouldn't say it's exactly cotton candy colored. This shit is bright."
"Pink highlighter then? But yeah, you're gonna be here a while." At that point, Atlas was on Emrys' lap, unwilling to move. He pecked Em's neck, closing his eyes while doing so. "Oh man, we should take a nap after we wash out the pink dye. I just got tired."
Emrys laughed and spilled Atlas out of his lap after a few minutes, getting him settled with his head over the edge of the tub so he could rinse out the bleach. It seemed like it had taken without any horrible consequences, his hair was a nice off white color. "I'd love to fall asleep with you before the concert, now cover your eyes again. We've gotta add the pink stuff."
Atlas groaned dramatically when he was forced out of Emrys' lap. But he complied and helped rinse his hair. After drying it off with one of the towels, he took the hairdryer, turning to Em. "WAIT! Before we add the pink, let's dry my hair first. I'm not sure if it's true, but I always make sure my hair's dry before dying it again."
Emrys laughed but he nodded and kissed Atlas with a sweet smile. "Alright, alright, gimme that. I have two sisters and a mother who burns her self on everything, I know my way around a hairdryer better than most hairdressers." He got Atlas settled on the counter and started blowing out his hair. "How long d'you think the host'll wait before he asks if we're really gay?"
Atlas kissed him back, a smile on his lips. "I feel so pampered, no one's ever dyed my hair for me and stuff, I like it." He giggled and thought about what Emrys had said. "I'm not sure, if we make it slightly obvious right from the beginning, then they'll definitely ask sooner or later."
Em smiled and ran the blowdryer through his hair, pecking Atlas on the time. "Well I happen to like pampering you. You should let me do your nails some time. Oh! Or let me give you a face mask!" He snickered at Atlas' answer, nodding. "I bet they're gonna talk about your hair and be like 'big changes huh? well speaking of big changes, I heard you were gay now' and we're gonna have to fumble through it."
"Yeah, that sounds right. But since we're now hopefully expecting it, maybe we wouldn't fumble so bad, ya know?" To be honest though, he knew he would end up getting really nervous about it. It's one thing when they're alone, but in front of the whole world, you're more exposed. "Yes yes! To nails! I haven't done them in a while and I miss it for sure."
Emrys laughed and turned off the blowdryer, gently shepherding Atlas back to the tub so he could put the hot pink dye in his hair. "Yeah, fat chance. I'm gonna look like a tomato with a stuttering problem and we're all gonna fumble all over ourselves. And… I'd love to do your nails, maybe we can do 'em pink to match your hair!"
Atlas giggled, kissing Emrys before he could put gloves on again. "I can talk about it if you'd like, just so you don't have to worry about it too much." He threw his arms around Emrys, putting most of his upper body weight on him. He was getting more tired by the minute. "Let's do my nails tomorrow, yeah?" He asked quietly.
Em slapped the gloves on, grabbed the next bottle of dye, and hugged him close before he gently spilled Atlas over the rim of the tub so he could finish the dye job. "That'd be really nice, actually, only I think you'd fall asleep halfway through. You look like you're about to nod off right here."
"Well, that's why we're taking a nap after the pink is done. We have a while 'til 12:00." Atlas forced himself to keep his eyes open and stay awake at least until the dye was washed out. "But yeah, I'm really close to fallin' asleep right now."
Emrys laughed and kissed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm almost done. We'll take a nap together later, it'll be nice. And then after we can order room service." The dye job was pretty much done, so he gave Atlas one last rinse and one last kiss and then he towelled off his air and practically dragged him into the bedroom. "Time for someone to get some sleep."
Atlas giggled quietly, letting Emrys pull him to the bed. "That sounds nice~" He whispered, flopping down on the bed, his hand still holding Em's. He lightly tugged Emrys' hand to pull him onto the bed with him. But once Em was on the bed, Atlas cuddled up to his side, head on the other man's chest.
Em pulled away just long enough to kick off his jeans before he snugged up to Atlas, yanking the blankets up over their entangled bodies with a sleepy little sigh of his own. Maybe he was more tired than he'd thought. "Yeah. I love you, m'kay? No matter what happens with the interview 'n stuff."
"Mm I love you too, alwayss." He hummed. Atlas was regretting staying in his jeans, but he was too comfortable, snuggled up to Emrys, to do anything about it. He closed his eyes and started drifting off into a pleasant sleep.
Em smiled and kissed Atlas on the cheek gratefully, curling closer to his boyfriend with the softest smile. "Thank you," he murmured, letting his eyes flutter shut when a few moments went by and he got no answer. It wasn't long before he fell asleep too.
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