"Party pooper," he says fondly, clearly not meaning it. He drops down onto the bed when he makes it into his room, expression content. "I'm not setting an alarm tomorrow," he declares.
"Good idea." He climbs into bed on the other side, immediately trying to pull Leo in closer, smothering a little yawn. "Get some rest. Then I think you should just spend tomorrow doing nothing."
For once, Nate will wake up first, but he doesn't have any interest in disturbing Leo, relieved to see he's getting rest. He'll just curl up there, occassionally poking at his phone, and eventually try to carefully slip out of bed to go make food.
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