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"why are you so far away?" will groans, eyes straining against the light filtering through his half drawn curtains. he had woken to find mack's half of the bed cold and empty, but mack hadn't gone too far. he was pulling the curtains closed, fussing around with his bag. eventually, he finds what he's looking for: will's old bc hoodie, pulls it on over his head, and turns around at the sound of will's sleep affected voice.
something about the simple act of mack having the wherewithal to shield will's eyes from the light makes his heart sing, and he has a sudden urge to bury himself in the soft spot of mack's chest and stay there forever.
"just closing the curtains," mack replies softly. "go back to sleep."
"can't. you're too far away."
mack rolls his eyes fondly, flopping into the bed and sprawling across will's body, obscured by the sheets pulled up to his chest. wills arms immediately envelope him and he hums contentedly. "better?"
"much better. still not close enough, though."
mack scoffs. "well, i can't get much closer than this, will."
will presses his face into the crook of mack's neck, nuzzling, and wraps his arms around mack's neck impossibly tighter, fingers lightly skimming across the top of his spine. mack relaxes into his hold, pressing kisses to the bare skin he can reach: will's chest, the mole on his collarbone, his jaw. his hair flops into the corner of his eyes in the process, and will unhooks one of his arms from around mack's neck to push it away. mack raises his head, chin resting against will's chest, and smiles at will, who has a sleepy, dopey, fond look on his face.
"you're staring."
"you're beautiful." will replies simply. mack drops his head onto will's shoulder and groans, heat flushing his cheeks in embarrassment.
"shut up."
"no." will smiles, pressing a kiss to mack's hair. "love you."
"love you too. go to sleep, you sap."
"stay here?"
"always. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
"good." will settles into the pillows as mack rolls off of him. he doesn't move too far, just enough to rest his head on the pillow under will's head. their limbs remain entangled, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed and breath fanning out across the tiny gap between their faces. mack's arms end up looped around will's underarms, hands resting on his shoulder blades. will's arms loop around mack's waist, and he traces gentle, warm fingers up the divots of mack's spine until they are both lulled to sleep.