& he just smiles. it’s not like he has some fancy ass suit and tie on or anything of the sort — in fact, he’s just got his pajamas on. maybe it’s because he also doesn’t have a shirt on and ben’s just all about that, or maybe it’s his inner giggly, fluffy self that just loves being told he looks good without even trying. it’s like all those country songs say: “you look your best at your comfiest,” or something like that. but, maybe it’s also because it’s ben. everything ben does and says always has an effect on him. whether it be fist clenching words or sweet, sweet nothings — he’s always affected. ‘ i always look incredible, ’ we all saw that one coming, though. right now, however, he’s just mushy and sweet, sliding under the covers and bringing ben as close as possible to him. he’s cold, and it doesn’t help that ben keeps pressing his hands to calum’s chest asking how cold are my hands ?, but this is his life now — just chillin’ in his really old flannel pajama pants that haven’t been washed in weeks without a shirt on with curly, messy hair under the covers with his always seemingly freezing boyfriend that never fails to spark him. ‘ and you know what ? i think you look the most incredible with absolutely no clothes on at all. ’ we also all saw that one coming.