[It's suggestive enough to follow Sasuke through the next few hours — until he arrives at Cy's door, freshly changed and showered, carrying a small overnight bag on the left shoulder and a box of (healthy, vegetarian) takeout in his right hand. The time passes uneventfully, apart from the depth of their conversation over the meal and appreciating Cy's room enough to immediately make a mess of the bed in a tangle of blankets and limbs. It always feels better to sleep like that in Cy's arms — the more frightening awareness that he has begun to crave it on a regular basis aside.
The next morning is slow, easy, unhurried. They enjoy a simple breakfast from the Early Bird Hall once more, visit the gym, shower together in a warm and comforting act of intimacy like no other he's experienced, and finally return to Cy's room. Sasuke — dressed again in a hoodie thieved from somewhere in Cy's pile of clothes, a pair of loose sweatpants, barefooted — sits on the bed, expectant face turned up to Cy.]
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The next morning is slow, easy, unhurried. They enjoy a simple breakfast from the Early Bird Hall once more, visit the gym, shower together in a warm and comforting act of intimacy like no other he's experienced, and finally return to Cy's room. Sasuke — dressed again in a hoodie thieved from somewhere in Cy's pile of clothes, a pair of loose sweatpants, barefooted — sits on the bed, expectant face turned up to Cy.]
Now?