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It wasn't often that it happened, but today seemed to be a day of fortunate events. Shortly after the digital clock had displayed the numbers of 4:00, he received the typical “wanna go for a run today?” message. As much as he would've liked to say yes and continue routine, the world had other plans.
As Starmine shifted to move away from the bed, he quickly realized the arms enclosing him and laid back down. He smiled fondly, realizing that a certain someone hadn't abandoned their resting to go hide in the closet or consume some toxic concoction formed from cleaning supplies under the sink.
Although he'd love to stay now, he felt a bit guilty for leaving his friend completely alone. In an attempt to end the dilemma, he waited cautiously for any signs of the other waking up, carefully twirling a bit of his hair around his finger. As soon as he noticed something even remotely close, he spoke up.
“Hey, Darkie.. Do you wanna go outside with my friend and I? We're gonna go for a run.” Knowing how they typically were, Starmine didn't really expect it to be a successful request.
Dark mumbled quietly, the only coherent words being “don't wanna” and “tired.”
Starmine frowned a bit, but it faded into a look of understanding. He would hate to ruin such a peaceful rest for his beloved. So, as much as he dreaded hearing about it later that day, he picked up his phone to politely decline his friend's offer in favor of staying in bed for the time being. He glanced back down, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind Dark's ear, admiring his peaceful expression.
More often than not did he notice that the other rarely got properly, hardly went a night without paranoia or night terrors. He'd always be acting so odd when Starmine came back from a jog, when he was gone too long. It's like being alone got to his head too quickly.
If it meant that Dark would sleep peacefully throughout the rest of the early morning, it didn't hurt to make a change of plans. Starmine was a bit desperate to get just a little bit closer, so he made sure to avoid waking Dark again as he slowly pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face in the man's hair. He quietly mumbled out his affections for him, which was met with a soft huff and the occasional shifting of Dark trying to get a bit more comfortable upon being moved.
Sure, he'd get a million complaints from Stylish about how he needed to stop “ditching” him in the mornings, or how he was such a terrible friend (obviously, he was probably only mad and didn't really hate Starmine, but oh well.), but he didn't mind it now. So long as Dark was happy, he was fine.