Ophelia McCarthy (breatheoutside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-04-03 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, greg, greg x ophelia, ophelia |
Who: Greg and Phee
When: early afternoon
Where: his place
Status: complete
Phee couldn’t sleep and it was driving her crazy. Ordinarily she loved to sleep, her teenage body always eager to get more rest, and falling asleep once she laid down was usually easy, even to the point that she regularly dozed off while she was reading in bed. Friday night though, she tossed and turned and grumbled and just couldn’t drop into sleep, and it sucked. Even when she started seeing the sun come up Saturday morning, she couldn’t manage it. It was frustrating. Tired and frustrated, Phee finally got up and went down to have breakfast.
Though their usual ‘good morning’ texts a bit later, Phee discovered that Greg hadn’t slept either. She hadn’t talked to her family yet, nobody seemed to be around, so that was a surprise. She told him she was going to try to take a nap, an endeavor that only resulted in more frustration a few hours later. After checking in to see if Greg was still awake -- he was -- Phee decided to go over there. If she couldn’t sleep, she wanted his company, and maybe laying down with him would help the both of them. Phee had always slept really well next to Greg, back when she’d been able to spend the night, maybe her body was just missing his.
Phee put on a bra and changed her shirt, but kept her clothes comfy for lounging. She sent her mom a text that she was going out, stuffed her feet into some shoes, and headed out to walk to Greg’s. The sunlight almost immediately made her eyes and head hurt, but she hoped the bit of exercise would make her even more tired. As she approached his front door, she shot him a text to let him know she was there so she wouldn’t have to ring the bell.
Greg paused the game he was playing and hurried to the door to let her in. This lack of sleep was making him feel really weird, like everything was so unreal and his body felt probably ten years older or more. He wasn't so sure he was good company right now but some part of him was clinging to the hope that being with Phee would help him relax and kick this insomnia to the curb. That part was kind of quieted by the fact that a lot of people were suffering the same thing so it was definitely a Point Pleasant thing. Chemicals in the water or air, that was what the government officials would say, he was sure. In the meantime he wondered if Jules had opened up some messed up portal somewhere.
Phee looked as tired as he felt but pretty anyway, always pretty, and he pulled her into a warm hug as soon as he'd opened the door. "Hey, baby," he murmured as he pulled back and moved aside to let her in. "Don't suppose you got a spell to put us to sleep."
It was good to see him, even if they were both hella tired, and Phee returned the hug tightly for a moment before she stepped inside and started to toe out of her shoes. “No, I don’t know any,” she said with a sigh. “I could call Zania I guess ... but I dunno, I don’t feel very magic-y anyway.” She definitely didn’t feel like she could perform a spell she’d never tried before, but if they kept being unable to sleep, she would probably try. Phee felt pretty confident that wouldn’t happen, that she and Greg could just curl up together and doze off. That was the hope, anyway. “How are you doing?” she asked, leaning in for a quick kiss once Greg had closed the door.
"Like my brain is cotton," Greg sighed, grabbing her by the hips for a moment before letting her go so they could both head toward the couch. "Like cotton but with glass in it." Not great, in other words, just stupidly tired and frustrated that he couldn't sleep at all. Voluntarily staying up for a long time was one thing but he wanted to sleep and he'd never had problems with falling asleep before. "I think this is a town thing," he muttered. "Since we're both - you know - even my mom can't sleep. She's been like angry cleaning today, I'm not going up there again."
Cotton with glass in it sounded pretty accurate to Phee, and she wished even harder that she did have a spell to help with whatever this was. Or at least the head and body aches that came along with it. She went with Greg to the couch to flop down onto it with him, letting out a little huffed whine as she leaned against him and draped her arm over his stomach. If Greg’s mom couldn’t sleep either, that probably meant her own family hadn’t been able to either, so it was likely a stroke of luck that she hadn’t seen any of them that morning. “I didn’t see anybody at my house, since I got up,” she murmured. “I think dad left town again. Lucky him, if this is like ... everybody.” It was bad news too -- if the problem was widespread, that meant it would probably take longer to resolve itself.
Greg bit back some snide remark about Phee's dad never being at home. He might be a little dumber than usual thanks to his lack of sleep but he still knew talking shit about family was off limits. Instead he groaned and hugged Phee, enjoying the softness of her body and the way she was so warm and alive against him. He tried to get their breathing in sync before he spoke, idly rubbing her back. "I've never wanted to sleep with you this bad before," he muttered. "I mean like sleep. Just right here, close my eyes and sleep with you right here." Only closing his eyes did shit all and whenever he tried, he just felt the insane urge to open them again, like he was missing something. "Can you stay a while?" he asked and god he hoped she didn't have to go home for dinner or some lame shit like that.
Phee gave a soft huff and a smile, because she could definitely relate. Usually thinking about being in bed with Greg was sexy, but today all she wanted was to flop down with him and sleep for the next twelve hours. “Yeah, I can stay,” she said. She hadn’t cleared that with either of her parents, of course, but Phee didn’t care. Her mother had explicitly said ‘spend time with your boyfriend,’ so that was what Phee was going to do. Even if she ended up sleeping at his house. She pressed a kiss to his chest before lifting her face to look at him. “We can try it in bed, if you want?” she suggested. “Maybe like ... the magic of love will knock us out.” Phee made a little face and wiggled her fingers magically, then let out a little titter. At least being with Greg always lifted her mood, even when she felt like shit.
Greg didn't care how corny or cliche it was, the magic of love was a powerful force and one he deeply believed in so he wasn't as skeptical about it working as he might be otherwise. "Just being with you calms me down," he agreed though of course she sometimes did the exact opposite but in the best of ways. "We can get comfy at least, rest our eyes or something." God he hoped they could sleep. If they couldn't, maybe they could have sex and try again, sex could be a great sleeping aid. He was just happy she was staying and he hoped neither of them would get tired to the point of being snippy with each other.
“Aww,” she cooed with a warm smile. Phee liked hearing stuff like that no matter what the circumstances were. Greg was high-energy pretty much all the time, so maybe it wasn’t always a great thing to calm him down, like she was putting a damper on him or something, but he seemed happy with it, so she wasn’t going to fret. She sat up more and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on then, let’s get comfy and see what happens,” she said. Phee pulled away to get up off the couch and head toward Greg’s bedroom, starting to strip off her clothes as she went. If they were going to try to doze off together, she wanted to at least be down to her underwear.
Greg was tugging his shirt over his head right as he got into the bedroom and then he froze in his tracks, going wide-eyed as he spotted his gun on the bed. He couldn't remember bringing it inside, it stayed in the safe hidden box in his car at all times, but it was unmistakably the same gun as he had bought from Jasper a few months ago when everything had been overwhelming and terrifying with Jules's portal thing being out of control. Had he brought it inside? When? Why? Maybe he'd been cleaning it and he'd just forgotten. "I can explain," he said, his prime reason for freaking out about this was the fact that Phee didn't know about the gun and while they weren't exactly married or anything, it still felt like a big deal.
Phee was pushing her comfy pants down her hips when Greg suddenly looked panicked. She followed his gaze to the bed, but didn’t see anything but his usual rumpled sheets. She did a little wiggle to make her pants drop and stepped out of them. “What are you talking about?” she asked. Phee looked at the bed again -- was there something there she was missing? She frowned, hunting for something bad, like a girl’s panties blending in with the sheets or lipstick on his pillow or something. Maybe she was just overly tired, but she didn’t see anything.
Her reaction was puzzling and Greg frowned before squeezing his eyes shut, then opening them to look again. The gun was gone, there wasn't even anything in that spot that he could have mistaken for a gun and he shook his head as if to clear it. "I think I'm seeing things," he said quietly. "I've stayed up this long before but this is weirder.” He'd been seeing movement out of the corner of his eye for a while but that felt more normal, a tired brain struggling to process the environment, but that damn gun had looked real, clear as day, sitting right there on his bed as if taunting him. It made him want to go to the car and check if it was still there but he wasn't so sure he could explain that to Phee.
Concern crossed Phee’s expression. She hadn’t hallucinated anything herself -- that she’d noticed, anyway -- but she’d heard that could be a thing with sleep deprivation. She reached out to take Greg’s hand, pulling him in closer. “What’d you see?” she asked, then quirked a little smile. “And what was the explanation going to be?” He wouldn’t have been able to explain some weird kind of creature sitting on the bed or something equally bizarre, so he had to have seen something he recognized. She slipped her hands under Greg’s shirt to re-start the process of stripping it off of him, since it had dropped down again.
Not telling someone something was not the same as outright lying to them and Greg fumbled for a second, grimacing as he considered what to tell her. "I don't even know," he mumbled slowly and reached down to unbutton his jeans. "I'm just really tired." She was tired too, so maybe she'd just let it go, he had to test the theory before he told her the truth because there was no way he was going to lie to her. It wasn't even like he could think of a lie that wasn't just worse than the truth because 'I can explain' wasn't really a line people used about things that didn't matter. Usually it was cheating and that was so far from the truth.
Maybe on a normal day Phee would have let it go, shrugged it off and carried on with climbing into bed with him, but the face he made and what he said just seemed so suspicious. Phee frowned at him some more and glanced back at the bed like she might see it too. A bad, paranoid feeling clenched at Phee’s stomach and she crossed her arms over her body, looking at her boyfriend again. He was hiding something from her. Had he actually seen panties on the bed? Or hell, a full-on girl, lying there and waiting for him? Was that a sight he was used to, or something his subconscious actually wanted? Suddenly an array of bad things seemed possible. “No,” she said slowly, her expression dead serious now. “What was it, Greg? I’m tired but I’m not stupid.”
Greg let out a whine, rolling his head back with an expression of abject misery. "No you're not," he sighed and at the moment he kind of wished she was - at least sometimes. He pouted at her as he mustered the energy to tell her and god this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have when he was so tired and his brain felt so on the fritz. "A few months ago I bought a gun," he mumbled, hanging his head and closing his eyes, kind of wishing he would just fall asleep standing there. "Things were really scary and you know, it wasn't legal but I've been super safe and it's just in the car for, you know, if really bad shit happens." He opened one eye to squint at her, not sure what reaction to expect.
That definitely wasn’t the type of answer she was expecting, and for a second Phee just stared at him, trying to process the news. She didn’t like guns, really, even though they were pretty common in rural Maine, but Greg looked super sheepish about it, like he was confessing to buying heroin or something. She vaguely recalled when Greg had first mentioned the urge to buy a gun to her a while back. So he’d gone and done it. Slowly Phee’s expression turned from wary into pained sympathy. Things had been really scary, and Greg was fully human and caught up in the middle of all of it, with no magic to potentially use in an emergency. Phee uncrossed her arms to reach for his hand. “You know how to use it, right? I don’t have to worry about you like, accidentally shooting yourself, do I?” Phee would have no idea how to safely use a firearm, but Greg was a boy and boys got taught a lot of things at younger ages, in most families.
"No, no, not at all, I know how to use it," Greg said hurriedly and her expression was promising, like she wasn't mad about it at all like he'd worried. A lot of people he knew got weird about guns but then they had their own metaphorical guns at the tips of their fingers so that wasn't really fair. Phee's own brother had almost burned down the whole dorm or something so he'd probably have been better off with a literal gun than the magic inside of him. "Dad took us hunting a few times, taught us all about rifles. There's a little difference between them and handguns but I've watched a lot of videos and been to a shooting range and everything. I know all the rules and I know not to aim at something I'm not ready to actually shoot." He squeezed her hand, his free hand flailing a little as he spoke. "Just after seeing that creepy critter when Jules opened up a portal after her car crash was just, shit, you know? Shit. I don't have a gun."
There was a natural wariness because she didn’t know anything about guns, and they’d caused so much mayhem in the world ... but most of the ‘guns are bad!’ talk was about those big military type guns that bad people used for mass destruction. Just a handgun was a little different, and if Greg knew what he was doing with it ... Phee’s eyes were still a bit worried as she watched him explain himself, but she nodded a little. At least it was in his car, a place he wasn’t in most of the time. And she did want him to be as safe as possible. She wasn’t sure if a gun would help with most of the things they’d been facing over the past six months, but maybe it would save his life someday. Phee pulled her hand out of Greg’s, but just so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “Just be real careful with it, okay?” she murmured. “I can’t lose you.”
Greg hugged her back and sighed as he buried his face against her shoulder. "Well, yeah, that was the whole idea," he mumbled, gently drawing little patterns on her back with his fingertips. "To keep me safe and whoever might be with me." He pulled back enough to look at her. "Bash and me have been practicing his magic, like I'm the magic coach. He could freeze someone's eyeballs right now and somehow I feel like a gun might be a little bit safer than that. I bet you could get roots to shoot out of the earth and wrap around or impale someone who was gonna hurt you, if you practiced. I've got nothing but a gun. Oh, and these guns." He let go for a moment to flex his biceps at her, but his smile was tired and still a little wary.
Phee smiled back at him, but her own was faint and tired. She couldn’t imagine herself doing that kind of magic without tons of effort, but maybe she was wrong, maybe she was selling herself short. Maybe if it came down to survival -- her own or someone with her whom she loved -- she could do it without thinking. “I get why you’d want one,” she told Greg, leaning in to softly smooch one of his biceps. “I’m okay with it. I want you to be safe.” If there was a bigger conversation to be had around it, Phee didn’t currently have the brainpower for it. She backed up toward the bed and tugged at Greg to come along with her. “Come on, lie down with me.”
Greg was happy to follow, though that was about the only thing making him happy at the moment. His brain felt like sludge and his body felt slower than usual as he moved to get into bed with Phee, dropping his jeans on the way there and not bothering to pick them up to put them somewhere better than the floor. He didn't feel like he had the balance to get his socks off while standing so he sat down first and damn if that didn't make him feel like an old man. "I keep seeing like these shadows zooming by out of the corner of my eye," he sighed as he flopped down and rolled over to get close to his girl, draping his arm over her middle. "But then I look and there's nothing there."
“Ugh, that’s creepy,” Phee muttered. She was sure it was just the lack of sleep -- how long did it take for people to start hallucinating? She had no idea. But it was still a little creepy to hear about. Phee rolled up onto her side as well and snuggled in close, tangling her legs with his as she tucked her face into Greg’s neck. “I thought I heard somebody call my name when I was walking here,” she murmured. “I couldn’t see anyone though.” Had that been her mind playing tricks on her? Gods, she just wanted to go to sleep, she didn’t think she’d ever felt this tired. Phee closed her eyes and breathed in her boyfriend’s smell and tried to let it lull her into a doze.
Greg was glad it was daytime or that would have been even scarier but even with daylight out there he felt the kneejerk reaction of never wanting Phee to walk anywhere by herself again. He wasn't going to be that overprotective and obnoxious boyfriend, of course, but it was hard to fight the urge now more than ever. “What did it sound like?" he mumbled and every time he tried to close his eyes, they refused to stay shut, like he was hyperactive despite how absolutely exhausted he felt. He stared past Phee's red hair at the shelf and it looked like it was swaying in the dim light. "I mean, was it scary at all? Or just like your mom calling you for dinner kinda voice?"
She could keep her eyes closed, but every time she felt close to drifting, it was like her brain snapped right back to fully awake. Like she was little again and was recovering from a nightmare, trying not to go to sleep again. Only for hours upon hours now. How long could someone stay awake until they died? Well, if Phee had to die from sleep deprivation, at least she was with Greg. It was a small comfort to her dramatic, tired teenage brain. “The second one,” she answered, shifting her face enough so the words weren’t muffled. “It wasn’t mom’s voice, but like, a casual shouting in the distance a couple of times. I wasn’t scared, it was just weird.”
"Yeah I keep thinking there's like a giant spider on the wall," Greg sighed. "It's that kinda shadow. That size, anyway. Sometimes I think mom's dog got down here and is running around in stealth mode." It was tiring for sure and a little scary at times but at least he was managing to convince himself it was just sleep deprivation. "Uhm one thing... Can you please not tell Bash about the gun? You know he'd freak out. He already freaked out just the idea of me maybe getting a gun so, knowing I have one will like... His head will explode."
Phee didn’t want to think about disembodied voices or zooming shadows or giant spiders on the wall, and she squeezed her eyes closed even harder, her face still tucked in close to Greg’s neck. It felt a little safer in his thick arms, but Greg couldn’t fistfight shadow monsters away, and Phee knew enough to know those were a real possibility in this town. She fervently hoped whatever this was only had to do with sleep and not other shit. Talking about guns was distracting, weirdly enough, so she latched onto that. “You talked to him before you got it?” she asked, moving her head until she could look at him. Greg had talked to her about it, and she’d mentioned it to Bash, but she couldn’t quite remember now what his reaction had been. “What did he freak out about?”
"Yeah, a while ago," Greg mumbled and he'd never wished as hard that he would start being incoherent and then just pass out, like when he was a kid trying so hard to stay awake for sleepovers. "He said it'd be drastic, he really did not want me to get one. He just doesn't know what it's like not to have magic or anything. When Jules went off the road, all I could think was what if I had a gun? If she hadn't closed that - I don't even know what to call it - portal or more like a rip in reality, that thing would have gotten to us and I mean, I could punch it, but I have no idea what fighting something like that would be like. At least a gun is really loud, it can scare things off and draw more attention to you. A gunshot might bring the cops." He sighed and shrugged his shoulder just a little so he wouldn't jostle Phee.
Part of her suddenly felt weird about Greg and Bash having conversations she wasn’t involved in, even though that made no sense. What else were they talking about and leaving her out of? That put-out feeling felt bigger than it probably would have if she’d gotten some sleep in the past day and a half. Phee tried to swallow that down, because she knew logically that they were friends and friends were totally allowed to have private conversations. They probably weren’t talking about how much she sucked behind her back or anything. She tried to focus on the pained tone in Greg’s voice instead and have some sympathy for him. She rubbed at his back where her hand was resting and nodded a little. “I want you to feel as safe as you can,” she murmured. “And if that helps ... I get it. I won’t say anything to him, don’t worry. I love you.” She pressed a kiss to his chin.
It was just yet another thing an eighteen year old boy shouldn't be worried about and Greg sighed quietly, idly rubbing her back as he thought about how crazy their lives were. His girlfriend and his best friend were witches. Witches! It had started to feel normal to him. Another friend could open portals to horrible hell dimensions and that was something he was actively trying to find precautions for. Like that had become normal too. Next up, zombie apocalypse? Would that feel normal too? He flinched as he saw another shadow scuttle past them, this time up the wall next to his door and he forced his eyes closed and kept them that way through a great deal of willpower. Keeping his eyes closed should not feel like lifting weights, damn it. "I love you too," he mumbled. "I don't know how I'd have gotten through all this weird shit lately if I didn't have you with me."
Phee had been raised knowing about a certain level of weirdness in the world, but she could have empathy for what Greg was feeling, because she’d had no idea how much there was out there, and how fucking scary it could be. She’d never dreamed she would ever set foot in another damn dimension, that was for sure, especially one as terrifying as where she and Jules had ended up. Then there’d been the fog and all the weird surges in magic and Bash being possessed, and the list just went on. And now they couldn’t sleep. It was exhausting. Phee just wanted to be a normal teenage girl in bed with her boyfriend, instead of trying to ignore sleep deprivation hallucinations. What Greg said made her heart ache and filled her with warmth at the same time, and she hugged him tighter. “Me either,” she murmured. “For me, I mean. Having you. I would be way worse off.” She moved her hand to brush fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead gently.
Normally being half naked in bed with Phee half naked against him would have Greg's body rearing to go but he felt like someone had zapped his sexuality right out of him and it made him feel hollow and weird. The idea that they could just have sex and maybe that would produce some happy chemicals that would send them both to sleep was now distant and surreal somehow. "I feel like a zombie," he complained and the world felt so off kilter, like everything was slanted just wrong and even the light was off. "Do you think Jules opened some awful no-sleep portal over the whole town?" It probably wasn't fair to first think of her to blame but this was just so weird and his paranoia was definitely growing. "It doesn't feel like a spell, does it?"
There was no part of Phee that was horny either, though it felt nice in a very basic way to have Greg’s skin pressed against hers. At least they were miserable together. Phee frowned a bit over his idea about Jules -- she hadn’t really had the brainpower to try and figure out why all of this was happening. “Not that I can tell, anyway,” she answered in a murmur, shaking her head. “But I don’t like, feel weird magic in the air or anything. So I don’t know. Maybe it was Jules, maybe it’s something invisible in the air, kinda like that, uh ... crazy-angry fog, only to block sleep? I dunno.” It sucked, whatever it was, and Phee already felt weak and stupid enough, she didn’t think figuring it out in order to fix it was going to happen. She just hoped there were people out there who were doing better than they were.
It was telling that 'crazy fog' could mean more than one occasion and Greg wondered if this would make more sense to him if it was actually foggy out. It wasn't though, it was nice and sunny and if it was any kind of a normal day, he'd want to be outside doing something fun whether it was splashing around in the pool or something else. The thought of swimming was awful now, like it was too much of a sensory issue somehow, like everything he thought of doing was too much hassle or uncomfortable in some way. He could relate to Phee's not knowing, he didn't feel like he knew anything right now and that tired, near desperate tone in her voice made his heart ache for them both. They both knew nothing, they were both so tired, this royally sucked. "My eyes keep opening on their own," he mumbled. "I wish I had one of those sleep masks." He'd never needed one of those, he'd always been able to sleep, even if the curtains were open with sun streaming into the room, or even if the TV was on, or even if there were people around. If Greg wanted to sleep, he slept. This was so stupid and weird. "Sorry, I keep talking," he added with a little wince and pressed a little kiss on Phee's cheek. "I'll shut up, try to sleep."
Phee gave a soft snort and turned her head a bit to nuzzle him. “Not like you’re waking me up,” she murmured, only half amused. “But yes, try to relax.” She rearranged her arm so she was stroking her fingers slowly against his back in an attempt to soothe him. Phee closed her eyes and tried to count the seconds of her breathing, inhale and exhale, instead of worrying about figuring out what was happening to them and why. Neither of them knew shit, and they were pretty helpless to whatever this was, so all Phee could think to do was try and get through it, and hope that it would stop soon and let them sleep. “I love you,” she whispered to Greg, eyes still shut. If they completely lost their minds or something, she definitely wanted that to be one of the last things he heard from her.
"I love you too," Greg murmured right back and focused on relaxing but it turned out to be a lot harder than it should be and after a while he felt like he was spending some serious energy on just holding still. He wanted so badly to be good for her, to be a soothing presence that would help her sleep, like a fairytale prince in reverse, their love overcoming even messed up Point Pleasant insomnia spells; but nope, the urge to fidget was growing impossible to ignore and he kept opening his eyes and staring out at nothing. He listened to Phee's breathing and in a way it felt like he imagined erectile dysfunction might, like he was totally failing her and disappointing her when he finally sighed and shifted his body. "This isn't working," he whispered. "You want to play a video game or something?" Video games often made him stay up way later than he wanted to, so they'd been his go-to this weekend, although they had not been as effective as he wanted them to be.
She hadn’t dozed off, but Phee felt frustratingly close several times while they were laying still and being quiet. It felt like every time she got close to sleep, she thought about how she was almost asleep and it pulled her back into being fully awake. When Greg finally spoke, frustration flashed through her again, but Phee couldn’t blame him for it. It was just the whole situation, and maybe occupying themselves with something entertaining would make it more bearable somehow. Phee could hope, anyway. “Yeah, okay,” Phee murmured, her tone a little defeated. She couldn’t help it. “Just like, nothing where you kick my ass, because I think I would scream and break things today.” She quirked a tiny smile at him, but she was mostly serious.
"Nope, cooperative games only," Greg told her because with how tired he was he felt like he could too easily get angry and he didn't want to be like that around Phee. "Portal two has a fun co-op mode. And it's cute and funny so it could be perfect." He'd also played it a million times already but repetitive was fine at this level of exhaustion. "Or we can take turns with something if you don't wanna play that. I've got some weed too, maybe that would help us fall asleep." It hadn't helped him the night before but it was a new day and maybe he was tired enough this time, if not then getting a little high might at least make this more bearable. "You wanna smoke a little? Get some snacks? Play some Portal?" It should sound amazing, it should make him happy, but it just came out tired and defeated much like Phee's tone.
Phee had played that game before, but not on co-op, so maybe that would be perfect. Even if they sucked at it, it was a forgiving game that let you try over and over again, and that sounded good too. Maybe it would make them tired enough to sleep, especially with the weed. “Yes to all of those,” Phee said, and gave him a smile that came a little easier. Neither of them were going to be excited about anything today, so they might as well do something they would normally really enjoy. It might not make them happy right then, but maybe it would turn the dial down on the misery a bit. Phee leaned in to kiss his lips softly. “I’ll put clothes back on and go get snacks, so you don’t have to face your mom,” she offered.
"It's all down here, don't worry," Greg tittered. He usually had food downstairs and this weekend he'd made sure he had everything he needed so he would not have to go upstairs and get caught up in his mother's insomnia hurricane. He had very little patience for her when he was this tired and she'd probably rope him into doing chores or something. Just. No way. "You don't have to get dressed unless you want to, I ain't gonna complain if you're just like this." He tried to sound cheeky but it was hard to be sexual when he felt like a zombie so it came off more sweet than sexy.
She huffed a soft amused sound and smiled at him. “The day you complain about that is the day we break up,” Phee teased. She smooched his face one more time, then pulled away and moved to get up, relieved that she didn't have to go up to try and dodge around Greg’s mom. Not that Phee had anything against her, she just didn’t really want to have to speak to anyone but him while she felt like this. Hopefully eating some carbs and staring at a screen would make them even more tired and they could just pass out on the couch together or something. Phee was just ready for this to be over, but if she had to be somewhere, she was glad she was here.