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It was late saturday morning, and the beeping of an alarm clock woke up Brian, whom was not in the least bit a morning person, he grumpily got out of bed, grabbing his spider robe, and loosely wrapping it around his slim waist.
He walked into the kitchen as Brad stood at the counter, and lazily pressed his forehead against Brad's back, "Good morning~" The orc commented, his voice soft, and calming. Brian's favorite thing about Brad, that he was that extremely considerate.
"It's a bad morning." He grumbled, and Brad tried his best to not hit the drow with his elbow, gently patting the small dark elf's side.
"Would it be less of a bad morning if you got to drink some tea?" Coffee had always given Brian anxiety, damn, Brad was his favorite by far.
"Ja." Brian mumbled, and Brad turned slowly, so that Brian wouldn't be startled, or feel the need to sit, and gave the little drow his most loved mug in the entire world. It had little black spiders and white hearts painted over the dark warm purple of the mug's base color, it happily sported, 'Happy One Year!' on it. Magnus had given it to him on his 1 year anniversary with the orc, and even though the cup had been chipped in a few places, and the handle had been reglued on several times, it was still functional, and the dark elf prefered it over any other.
"Thank you." Brian smiled briefly, and stood beside Brad, who was putting away anything that was left out, and washed the dish he had just finished eating from. The orc had noticed a long time ago that the drow liked to be in the middle of everything he was doing, whether he was helping towards the goal, or not, he liked to be included, and was very much an extrovert who just happened to have some anxiety. Brad as well was an extrovert, but he often felt useless, and therefore, having someone who always needed praise, and attention, was very relaxing at times.
"Did you have any dreams last night?" The orc asked, one of Brian's favorite topics.
"I did!" Brian gasped, "I worked at a hotel made of gingerbread, which wasn't important, but it was there. But, I had to keep the people out, but let in these mice. Also, my boss was a cat, so maybe he was eating the mice, I don't know, they checked out." The dark elf shrugged, but smiled.
Brian was a bright light in Brad's bizarre, lightless world, and Brad was a guide dog in Brian's blind fumbling. They needed each other, and were so happy to have one another.