"So, I guess our party was a success."

"It wasn't exactly according to plan, but at least our olive jar was always full."

"Yeah." Troy stopped to think. He was finally living with his best friend and it was great. The mess left by the Greendale Seven was not as awesome, but at least he had Abed to clean with him. Abed was in his mind too much lately. The moving, of course. Living together. It was natural.

"Troy!" Abed snapped him out of his thoughts. It was too much trouble to think and clean at the same time, so he had stopped washing up the dishes but the water was still running.

"Yes, yeah." Troy said a little confused.

"I'll take the trash out and we're done. Do you think it's too late for an Inspector Spacetime episode?"

"Nah, it'll be just one." Replied Troy and concentrated back on the dishes.

It was never just one. In the end, they had both fell asleep after the 6th or 7th, and when the DVD went back to the main menu and the Inspector Spacetime theme began to play, Troy woke up suddenly. He looked around and realized once again that the apartment was his. And his best friend's. And life just felt better.

Troy reached out for the remote control, turned the TV off and sat back. His armchair was right next to Abed's and the older guy's hand was lying on his armrest. Troy thought that their hands were so close that he could totally grab Abed's. Wait. Why would he want to? He didn't. That's stupid. Think of something else. But that's when he looked at his best friend's face. He seemed somehow different. Maybe conscious, he was a very particular man, but while he was sleeping, he couldn't control his face. And he had a goddamn cute face when he didn't look robotic as always. And Troy began to think that he had always the same face. So it was always cute? His mind began to work too fast for him to follow and before could realized what he was doing, Troy was leaning on to Abed and planting a kiss on his lips. They were soft and kind of salty, probably because of the snacks they had been eating. When he finally pulled back, he caught on what had happened. He opened his eyes widely and sat back on his armchair.

"It's ok." Said Abed opening his eyes. Troy's eyes widened even more (if that was even possible) and he remained completely still, "I always knew we could end up here. But I was beginning to think we wouldn't."

Troy was still not moving. The panic in his face was now mixed with confusion. He did not understand what was happening. Luckily Abed had watched enough romantic comedies as to know how to reply.

"Here." Abed reached out and kissed Troy back. "See?"

"I think I'm starting to understand." Troy hesitated, "But I guess you'll have to do that again until I see it clear." continued Troy, half teasing, half actually asking.

Abed obeyed. He kissed his lips once again, more softly than before.

"Hmm, I'm still confused." He teased, now sure of what was happening.

"Maybe I'm doing it wrong." Abed tilted his head, totally looking like a baffled puppy, which Troy found absolutely adorable "What I meant to say was that I like you back."

Troy let out a little laugh. "Yes, I know." replied the younger man with a smile on his face. He gazed at Abed for a while before he stood up and sat on Abed's lap. "I'm glad" he let slip, and kissed the other boy more intensely than they had before, now actually making out.