"It's no use mate, it's broken." Jackson smiles, holding back a laugh and watching in amusement as Aaron desperately attempts to fix the wooden slats beneath his bed. It's broken beyond repair, no doubt about it; Jackson knows it, Aaron knows it… but neither of them wants Paddy to know it.
"This is your fault, this!" Aaron groans from beneath the bed, legs still visible and strewn out at what Jackson thinks must be a pretty uncomfortable angle.
"My fault? You were the one who wanted to-"
"Just shut up, will you?" Aaron snaps, his voice muffled from beneath the bed and Jackson just rolls his eyes, already growing used to his boyfriends short fuse. The two have officially been together just short of three months now and neither of the two men are particularly keen on the idea of having to explain to Paddy exactly why Aaron might be needing a new bed. "Make yourself useful and come help me, yeah?"
Jackson huffs and removes his jacket, shuffling himself backwards and under Aaron's bed, he smiles over at the younger man, all doe-eyed and innocent, claiming part responsibility for the incident and silently beginning forgiveness. "Muppet." Aaron grins and attempts to nudge Jackson with his shoulder; the confined space beneath the bed proving it difficult. Jackson shuffles closer, not really making any effort to help at all; he rests one arm lazily over his stomach and stares up at the underneath of his lover's bed.
"It's not going to fix, you know?" Jackson smirks, hoping to get a rise out of Aaron.
"It not fixing's not an option, Jackson. There's no way I'm explaining to Paddy how we broke my bed." He states, rubbing at his face as the stress of the situation builds. Jackson senses this and moves an arm out, creating space for Aaron to shuffle up against him and rest his head on the older man's chest.
"It's just a bed Aaron. Push comes to shove, there's always mine to break." Jackson jokes, his fingers stroking at the back of Aaron's neck in an effort to relax him. Aaron flings his own arm across Jackson's stomach, joining the other man's and lacing their fingers together; still shrouded by the shadows beneath the bed and feeling like children, hiding from monsters all over again.
"Yeah." Aaron agrees, "Probably don't need the bed anyway; you're comfy enough." He yawns as he snuggles closer to his boyfriend's side with a contented smile plastered across his face.