H2O moo short
Brock stared up at the ceiling, his eyes heavy but his head buzzing too much that it kept him awake.
He glanced beside him, smiling softly at the sight of Jon, who was silently snoring and drooling onto his pillow.
Of course, he loved the man. Jon was always fun to be around and while their personalities didn't mash perfectly, they definitely hit it off well enough for Brock to consider proposing.
Oh god that was terrifying in thought.
He kept a ring on him, a just in case for when the perfect moment popped up. He wanted it to come more naturally, skipping theatrics for his own sake. Plus, he was sure Jon wouldn't mind that either.
"Brockkk..."
He flinched lightly hearing his name, and glanced over to see Jon's face scrunched up in a cute way.
"I can hear ya thinkin... Go t'sleep," Jon mumbled, bringing an arm up to wrap around him gently.
Brock shuffled, moving to get closer with a small sigh. "Sorry," he apologized under his breath, "'m just thinking... Would you say yes if I proposed?"
Anticipation struck him and he heard Jon huff lightly.
"I dunno? Probably," he grumbled, "ask me in the morning."
Brock smiled some and chuckled. "Alright, fine. I'll ask you in the morning."
And the two went back to sleep.