Everyone knew now. Ingrid had come out, and cried her way through her confession. Many had responded well, but of course, she received some hate. Now with the heavy weight off her chest, she felt exhausted, and changed into a comfy onesie, collapsing on her bed.

Her phone went off an hour later, and she lifted her head tiredly when she heard the familiar Game of Thrones ringtone wake her from her nap. She tiredly grabbed for her phone and answered the call.

"Hey babe." Came the familiar voice.

"Hey..." Ingrid rubbed her eyes and yawned sleepily. "Wha's up?"

"I was wondering if you could come over, but you sound tired..."

"Yeah, I'm-" Ingrid sighed heavily. "Jus' long day with... Y'know-? 'M sorry..."

"No, don't apologise, it's all good. I understand how stressful it is. We can film another day."

Ingrid yawned again, and there was a long silence.

"So if you can't come to me, can I come to you?"

"My place is-" Ingrid shook her head, waking up a bit in the process, "-a mess."

"Key's under the mat?"

Ingrid felt a smile pull at her lips, and the call ended. Moments later she heard the front door open, before closing again with a slam. Ingrid sat up when her girlfriend entered her room, the two of them smiling stupidly at one another. Ingrid was handed a brown paper bag, containing a bottle of red wine and her favourite chocolates.

"You didn't have-" Ingrid found herself gaping at her girlfriend's gifts.

"Of course I had to..."

Ingrid glanced up and watched as her girlfriend took off her coat to reveal a bright orange carrot onesie. Ingrid's cheeks hurt as a result of smiling so hard. God, her girlfriend was too much.

"Allow me."

Ingrid watched her girlfriend pull the cork out of the wine bottle, pouring the wine into two wine glasses she had brought. Ingrid was handed a glass and she took it graciously, before scooting over so her girlfriend could sit next to her.

"A toast to your bravery."

The two onesie-wearing girls tapped their glasses together. Ingrid had taken a sip of her beverage when she noticed something printed on her wine glass.

"Are these-?" Ingrid smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Official My Drunk Kitchen wine glasses? Of course they are."

"Exceptional product placement."

"I try. Just don't wine about it."

Ingrid was about to spit out her wine. "Are you kidding me? You've been here for at least five minutes..."

"I should stop..." Hannah hung her head, and Ingrid smiled softly, moving her hand to stroke Hannah's silky blonde hair.

"Don't you ever stop. You're doing grape."

Hannah lifted her head slowly and a smile spread across her face. She turned to Ingrid, shaking her head.

After many hours spent drinking wine and watching Netflix (more specifically Game of Thrones), the pair shut off the television and lay facing each other in comfortable silence.

"Hannah-?" Ingrid said quietly, and Hannah's lips twitched up into a smile.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you so much... For everything. I'm so thankful for our friendship and everything you've helped me through- even if sometimes... It seems like I do not carrot all."

Hannah smiled at Ingrid's pun and pulled her close. For a while neither of them said anything as they grew more tired to the point where they were about to fall asleep. Their bodies were fit together perfectly, Ingrid being the little spoon to her counterpart, whose arms were wrapped about her. Their breathing was in sync, when suddenly Ingrid spoke up.

"I love you, Hannah." Her soft, sleepy voice was barely audible.

"I love you too, Ingrid." Hannah kissed Ingrid's hair softly, and the two drifted off into a peaceful slumber, blissful smiles on their lips.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated... But I hope this one-shot made up for my absence (maybe)?