They cuddled until Antonio was asleep, then Lovino shrugged his lover off to get up and do something with his restless self. It was too hot tonight anyways to be cooped up with another person under blankets anyways.
Lovino felt irritable yet so manic and upbeat as he cleaned and organised the apartment. It was as if being productive was mood-lifting, yet if someone were to bother him, he'd probably snap. Without drugs, it always felt as if he were walking on a thin line between feeling okay and complete despair. He considered taking something, anything to make himself feel more stable, but decided not to end up in the hospital tonight…
"Lovino? What're you doing up? We still don't have work for a few more hours," Antonio murmured from the hallway entrance.
"Shit. What time is it?" he asked himself aloud, looking at the clock. It was five in the morning. "God… I wasn't able to sleep, Antonio…" he confessed, beginning to feel overwhelmed at the thought of going through the day without any sleep at all.
Antonio frowned. "Lovino, I think you should see a doctor," he murmured. "You've been acting strange again and coming home covered in weird bruises," he reasoned.
As if Lovino wasn't feeling bad enough, this only made it worse. "N-no, Antonio, I'm fine. We can't afford losing a day's paycheck anyways," Lovino said, visibly panicked as he went pale.
"And we can't afford you being sick, or worse, dead, if it's something serious," Antonio persisted.
"A-Antonio, please, I don't need to go," Lovino pleaded, feeling his breathing pick up as tears filled his eyes. He didn't want Antonio to find out that he's relapsed, worse than any time before. His drug abuse, getting into fights, everything. When Antonio, back when they were just friends, was extremely upset over finding out how Lovino was living. In fact, the reason Antonio was struggling with becoming bankrupt was because he was the one to save Lovino from his previous circumstances in the first place. If Antonio were to find out his lover was practically back to the same spot he'd found him years ago, he would be heartbroken.
Antonio sighed. "At least to one of the small clinics in town, please? Not like you got anything to hide, mi amore," he said more calmly.
Lovino knew he couldn't convince Antonio to let him take himself alone either, because the Spaniard knew all too well that Lovino wouldn't go unless forced most times. "Fine… But not today, please? I'm off Saturday," he requested, hoping four days would be enough to get the drugs out of his system (which last night was not a bad start of).
"Alright, but are you sure you're well enough to go to work?" Antonio asked worriedly. Lovino would too often say yes to that question yet need to picked up early from work later because he would have fainted.
"Yes, and I promise I'll even leave work early if I don't feel well later in the day," Lovino assured.
"Fine, now come on. Let's try to get at least some sleep in ya before your shift," Antonio beckoned, ushering his boyfriend to bed. He lied down with Lovino with no blankets and the fan on. "Sorry I can't afford to get an air conditioning unit in here," he murmured, rubbing Lovino's side lovingly.
"Not your fault, idiot… I could at least contribute to this damn flat a bit more than a few euros on the bills and groceries…" Lovino sullenly replied.
"You're still getting back on your feet, though. It's not easy to just get a job with your background and lack of higher education," Antonio reminded, more stating the facts than sugar coating him.
"I don't think this many companies should be refusing to hire me over just a history of drug abuse and being in holding once or twice… It's not like the dates are that recent anyways," Lovino murmured.
"I don't think so either, mi media naranja," Antonio murmured, "And if I could, I'd make it so you'd never have to work another day in your life so that I can spoil you all day and night, every single day."
Lovino smiled softly. "Te amo," he cooed, kissing Antonio lovingly. The first few rays of morning sunlight began to peek through their blinds. "I think we should wake up early more often," he noted, gazing into Antonio's dark eyes as the bluish sunlight coated it.
Antonio chuckled softly and gave Lovino's waist a little squeeze. "You'd complain about it eventually," he teased, giving Lovino a chaste peck before sitting up. "You can relax longer, but I gotta head in early today," he informed before getting out of bed. "Oh. and ti amo," Antonio sweetly cooed before leaving to get a quick shower.
Now, with him gone, Lovino had the fun, persisting thought of what would be the right thing to do. They couldn't afford Lovino not going to work or him not working the corners, nor could Lovino's mind and body afford being sober through all of that.