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“Would you come to my funeral?”
Kevin’s eyes open partially, squinting through the darkness and build-up of sleepy dust. He glares at his partner with utter confusion and indignation.
“Ryan… what the fuck?” He uttered exasperatedly; it’s the only response fitting for such a question right at, he glances at the alarm clock, 4 in the damn morning.
Ryan stares at him, waiting, seemingly wide awake. “Well? Would you? It ain't a hard question Kev”, he grumbles, folding his arms and sitting upright so that he’s out of his boyfriend's grasp. Thankfully Kevin knows that he’s just being dramatic. If he were actually upset he wouldn't be in bed right now. Besides, not once has Ryan gotten upset over such a trivial thing- that's usually Kevin's trait.
Kevin groans and forces himself upright, before flicking on the lamp next to the bed. Once Ryan is visible, bathed in a soft orange glow, Kevin fixes him with his best ‘what the fuck’ look ever. “Yes. I would come to your funeral. Happy? Can we go back to sleep no-”
“What so you want me to die then?” Ryan shoots back, cutting him off cleanly and serving to confuse Kevin even more. His light brown eyes gleam dark with contempt, as if he genuinely believes what he’s saying.
Kevin, tired enough that his previous reasoning has flown out the window, panics and immediately backtracks. “What the fuck Ryan? No!” He rubs his fists into his eyes, disoriented and frenzied at the mere idea of wanting Ryan to die. “Why would I- why are you- what?” He stumbles over his sentences, while trying to assure his partner that he never wants to attend his funeral but that he would if he ever had to. Half of his words come out jumbled though, since he is still clinging to his sleep.
Ryan sits there, barely holding in his laughter, watching while Kevin tries desperately to salvage a situation that isn't even happening. Eventually, after fulfilling his amusement, he gently pulls his fumbling boyfriend into a cuddle. He lays his head in the crook of Kevin's neck and lets out a small laugh. “Calm down Kev I was just playing with you, get some rest yeah?”
Kevin freezes momentarily, before twatting the back of Ryan's head gently as a reprimand. “Fucking again? Why do you do this to me, at least wait till the morning”, he sighs, wrapping the other man up closer into his arms. It's annoying yeah, but this is nothing out of the ordinary. Ryan hums in content and yawns into Kevin's shoulder,
“You're always more funny when you're sleepy- you've got a stick up your arse in the day y’know.”
“Fuck off.”
Kevin’s chest vibrates from the force of Ryan's chuckles, and he has to refrain from grinning. Ryan brings his face out of Kevin’s shoulder, his dyed red hair brushing the man's jaw and forcing him to jolt it backwards to avoid any hair going up his nose- it's happened a lot. “My point exactly. Besides, you know I'm right. Any of your teammates would tell you the same thing.”
Kevin places his hand on the back of Ryan's head and pushes it back into the space it was in before, essentially shutting him up. “Let me sleep already dumbass.”
A few minutes later, the two are fast asleep again. Their table lamp is left on, both were too tired and too distracted to have remembered to switch it off. Snuggled into one another, rejuvenating and dreaming about their day ahead, neither will remember this silly conversation. It's a good thing they have their entire lives together to have more.