half a person ་༘࿐
“Down the hatch.” You cup Bob’s chin, he shuts and swallows his medication obediently. “Water?” He asks sleepily, cupping his hands together like he’s expecting you to pour some in his hands. “Bottle.” You reply, handing him the half empty water bottle that resides on the nightstand. He wordlessly uncaps it, tipping it into his mouth to help his pills travel down his esophagus. He turns his head to the side, opening his mouth and flips his tongue up, showing that he actually swallowed and isn’t tonguing his meds. Old habits. You kiss the corner of his lips, positive reinforcement or something.
“I don’t want to get up.” He mumbles, his voice deeper and groggier in the morning. You find his hand, kissing the center of his palm. You’re cautious with him, not wanting to get up for a half hour is fine, but with him, not wanting to get up could be a days long thing. Rotting in the same clothes and avoiding the sun. “What if…we tried that new muffin recipe?” You suggest, a good way to gauge his mood. “Hmmm I dunno, I think I used the rest of the flour yesterday.” Bob mumbles, draping his arm across your waist. “We can go to the store, thats an easy fix.” You turn over, brushing his hair away from his face, he blinks at you, sticking his tongue out at you, closing his mouth before you can try and pinch his tongue. You did it once and he’s never let it go. “Yeah, I guess we could.” Bob taps his fingers against your cheek, you’re happy to hear he’s willing to go out, even to somewhere mundane, like the store.
“Let’s go then, I wanna get those graham crackers things.”
“The teddy bears?”
“mhmm Yeah.”
You two are entirely codependent, brushing your teeth together, brushing each other’s hair, it’s half sick half cute. Two truths can coexist you suppose. You wear one of his shirts, a weird graphic tee that is just so weird it borders on charming. “That’s so ugly.” Bob snorts, quietly, like a cat, it’s so cute. “This is literally yours.” You give him a look, pulling on the collar. “Oh yeah..” He realizes, pinching your cheek, Bob has these bouts of affection, where he looks at you like he wants to take a bite out of you. He kind of does, but figures that a little mean. He settled for a nibble, right against your chin. “Ewwww.” You make a face, he laughs, wiping his whole palm against your face to wipe his spit off. “Whoopsie.” Bob says innocently, pushing the impulsive thought to just lick your face like a dog out of his brain.
“Okay, c’mon, we’re gonna be late!” You say pushing him around the apartment.
“To the store?” Bob asks rather confused, yet good willed, like the sweetheart he is.
“Uh yeah, it’s sunday, we have to try and beat all the soccer moms, duh.”
Bob smiles at you, you’re so silly, it makes his stomach swirl with warmth. “Yeah, okay.” He ignores your squawk when he loops his arms around you tightly, placing wet smooches onto your skin, he can’t help himself from the loving urge to just smother the hell out of you.
dividers by @strangergraphics
a/n: five days no fic, sorry everyone, hopefully this makes up for it…?
