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After living with Cash for a few weeks, Darren became more accustomed to his boyfriend's little quirks. It always warmed his heart when he remembered the way Cash set the table, or knew that Cash was going to go for a walk before he announced it, in a way that didn't happen when they realized that they had memorized Harper's schedule.
Even things that could be completely platonic felt romantic when it was with Cash.
So when he arrived, tired from another long shift, and asked, almost embarrassed, “Can I lay on you today?”, Darren was already waiting. They didn't even remember how the code for the position had turned into this, but honestly, they found the implications too cute to care.
Darren waited for Cash to change while lying on their back, staring at the ceiling because they knew it wasn't time to face their boyfriend. Then he climbed into bed, slowly, and slipped under the covers, his head resting just above Darren's heart, one leg thrown over them, one arm wrapped around them. In return, they hugged his huddled form, scraping their nails across his scalp until his body relaxed.
The peace of knowing that Cash sometimes only relaxed when he could hear the quiet beat of Darren's heart was kind of magical.
(Don't get it wrong, Darren loved that Cash didn't mind being the bigger spoon, even though Darren was the tallest. There was something special about being held like they were the most special thing in the world. It didn't change the fact that there was also something special about holding Cash like he was the most special thing in the world.).
"Lots of weird customers?" Darren asked, in a soft voice.
"One of the houses had a line of salt drawn in front of the door" Was the answer, somewhat mumbled "The kind that really keeps a witch away"
"Isn't it, like, demons and ghosts?"
"As if I know… I have nothing to do with this"
"Did you cross the salt line?"
"Nah" Cash did his little giggle-snort "What if it’s some ritual!"
Darren laughed so hard that their boyfriend had to lift from their chest a little and prop himself up on his elbows. He smiled widely despite this.
"It is serious! What if they wanted to sacrifice me!"
"There are people somewhere in Sydney" Darren laughed "Who think you're a demon."
"Boy is possessed by the devil and forced to deliver Fast Food" Cash says, in his best announcer voice "Understand the case."
Darren writhed with laughter
"What is so funny?" Harper asked through the bedroom wall.
"I am a witch!" Cash shouted back "Or a haunting!"
Darren continued to laugh, even as Cash got up to open the door for Harper, who sat on the end of the bed to hear the story. Which led to another of the many absurd stories of strange customers for whom Cash had made deliveries. Which led to more laughs and more stories.
They didn't go to sleep until 2:43 in the morning, and by that time Cash was so relaxed that he and Darren fell asleep facing each other, holding hands and twin smiles.