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Etho looks out his window, watching the rain come down.
He’s been waiting for his boyfriend who is supposed to be coming over to spend time with him, but he knows as soon as Bdubs gets here, he’s going to want to do one thing, having already gotten stuff ready for Bdubs’ arrival.
The fox hybrid hears a knock at his door and he opens it.
“Etho.” Bdubs says, looking up at the fox hybrid, thoroughly soaked since it started to pour before he got here, “I need to take a shower.” he says, body tense.
Etho already knows how much his boyfriend hates the feeling of wet clothes, especially on his back.
“Of course.” he says, "I've already got it set up for you.”
Bdubs’ frown turns up a bit, “I love you.” he says, running off for Etho’s bathroom.
Etho goes into the kitchen, deciding to make himself and Bdubs both a cup of hot tea, knowing the glare hybrid would be a bit.
This has happened a few times, Bdubs gets caught in the rain, the feeling of wet clothes feels like a sensory nightmare to the glare hybrid, so he usually takes a long, hot shower, washing away the icky feeling.
Etho had set a clean set of clothes on the bathroom counter for Bdubs, a tee-shirt of Etho’s, made from a material he knows Bdubs likes for shirts, sweat pants, a pair the little glare hybrid has already tried to steal, many times, a hoodie that will be too big on Bdubs (Like the other clothes), but it’s warm and cozy, and finally, a pair of dark green fuzzy socks.
Etho waits for Bdubs, reading on his phone in the kitchen.
After around 30 minutes, Bdubs slowly walks into the kitchen, exhaustion clear on his face, hood off the hoodie pulled up over his head.
Etho walks over, cupping Bdubs’ cheeks, pressing a kiss to his forehead, causing the glare hybrid to melt into his hands, leaning into his body, “Would you like some tea?”
“Yes please.” Bdubs says quietly.
Etho lets him go, taking his mug off the counter, along with his own, “Lets head to the living room.”
Bdubs nods, turning around and heading for the living room.
The fox hybrid follows him, holding their mugs.
Bdubs sits on the couch, melting into it, making grabby hands for his mug of tea.
Etho hands it to him, sitting down next to him.
The two of them sit in silence, sipping on their tea.
Eventually, Bdubs finishes his, setting it on the coffee table before laying on Etho, curling up next to him, resting his head on his leg.
Etho smiles, pulling the hood down off Bdubs’ head a bit, gently carding his hands through his hair, “I love you.” he says gently to the sleeping man.