cameron x meeks - cameron gets stressed about not understanding something, meeks helps him relax
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"I just— I don't—" Cameron groans, placing his head into his hands. He's curved in on himself, bent over the homework that he's been attempting to finish for nearly three hours now.
Meeks is sitting besides him, patient. He places a hand on his back. "Alright, how about we look at it like—"
"No," Cameron mumbles. He's shaking his head, hands covering his face now. Meeks can see how tired he is. "I just don't get it. It's not clicking. I'm stupid, I can't do it."
"You are not stupid." Meeks lets his hand slide up, rest against Cameron's neck and massage the muscle there. "You're tired. You've been at it for hours and it's alright to not understand something right away, you know?"
It's impossible to convince him of this, sometimes. This isn't the first time that Cameron has admitted to feeling stupid, feeling useless, feeling too small.
And Meeks knows that there will be little he can say that truly makes Cameron believe him. Even though he speaks the words with nothing more than pure honesty.
Cameron turns his head, eyes slightly red as he looks at Meeks. "Never as smart as you, though."
"Well, I'd say you give me a decent run for my money." Meeks smiles. "Take a break?"
For a moment, Cameron hesitates, but it's not long before he's swaying into Meeks' atmosphere. He lays his head onto his shoulder and closes his eyes.
Meeks wraps his arms around his boyfriend, letting one of his hands slide up and down his back and resting his cheek against the top of his head, glasses going slightly crooked. "I'm being honest, you know?"
"I know," Cameron mumbles. "You're always honest. It's infuriating."
Meeks presses a kiss against his hair. "Is it really?"
With a short huff of a laugh, Cameron says, "No. Love it when you're honest."
For a long while they stay like that, the orange glow of the desk lamp the only thing illuminating them. And when Cameron falls asleep on Meeks' shoulder, he doesn't move until he starts grumbling about the crook in his neck.
