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Colorado annoys New Mexico.
Yes, that's what this feeling is. Annoyance.
"I'm going to kill him," he says, not for the first time and not for the last.
Arizona yawns from a few feet away, his feet up on the coffee table, scrolling through his phone even though the TV's on. He has long since given up on responding to New Mex's death threats.
New Mex stands up and walks to the kitchen, then goes back to the living room and sits back in his chair, back rigid, gaze fixed on the door.
He used to be texting Utah, in an attempt to connect with someone else who feels the same way about Colorado's failure to get back to his, New Mex's, and Arizona's shared apartment by 9:30 PM. Except, of course, Utah has kids to attend to, and he seems to be physically unable to stay up later than 10'o'clock, so New Mex has ceased to find sympathy anywhere.
He isn't going to find any sympathy with Arizona, that's for sure. Arizona seems unworried.
Not, of course, that New Mex is worried. No. He is annoyed.
And when Colorado walks in the door, half past 2 AM, the sudden flood of warmth that spreads through New Mex's chest is nothing close to relief, and is instead further annoyance.
"What took you so long?!" New Mex snaps, jumping up from his chair and storming up to Colorado. "Where were you?!"
Colorado takes off his coat (which New Mex insisted he take when he left at 6), hangs it up, and squints at New Mex. There's no chance he isn't high. New Mex waves his hand in front of his face to get his attention, and he slaps it away.
"I was at a party," he says. "Why?"
"It's way past midnight! You said you'd be back by 9! You haven't texted!"
Colorado grins, and says, "Aww… you were worried about me."
New Mex scowls. "I was not. Now get to bed, you must be ready to collapse, you were up at seven this morning- stop laughing at me!"
His shoulders shaking from barely controlled giggles, Colorado says, "Ok, mom," and runs off towards his room before New Mex can smack him.
New Mex sighs, and the tension releases from his body. After Colorado is safely in his room with the door closed, New Mex turns to his other roommate.
…Who is now dead to the world.
The TV is still on, even Arizona's phone is still on, but New Mex suspects that Arizona's been asleep for more than a few minutes by now. New Mex was so worried- ahem, annoyed at Colorado that he wasn't paying much attention to Arizona.
"You two will be the death of me," he mutters, as he creeps over to Arizona, keeping his footsteps light to not disturb him. He turns off the TV, pries Arizona's phone from his fingers, and scoops his legs up so he's properly laying down. After a moment of thought, he grabs a throw blanket and spreads it over him.
As he goes to his own room, he turns off the living room light. When he's in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, his mind goes back to what Colorado called him.
"I'm not a mom friend," he says into the darkness.
No one disagrees with him, but only because no one can hear him.