A/N: This is the final of the "kisses" prompts, and it's another nose kiss! This is what I like to call, "Real Life is Great for Giving Me Ideas."

Enjoy!

April was standing firm on this subject.

"C'mon, babe, you've been in D.C. for, like, two weeks now!" Andy complains from across the country, a little warbled because of bad Pawnee internet connections. "I really… y'know, I really miss you."

So, for as much as April considered herself standing firm on the subject it becomes clearer to her that she can't win this argument. As much of an argument it was, considering what he was asking.

"Andy, seriously?" she asks, trying to figure out how this is helping anyone. She's been lying in bed all day, covers over her head, ignoring every phone call like it was the plague.

In fact, she's pretty sure that if she picks up her phone and answers she'll suffocate on every possible word that could come out of her mouth.

"Seriously!" he says back, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "April, it'll be fun!"

"But what if it messes up my screen?"

"Babe, where are you right now?" Andy asks suddenly, looking over her as best he can. All he can really see is the mattress of her bed.

"In bed… ignoring the world," April mutters.

"Okay, one sec!" Andy shouts and the camera starts shaking and everything is blurry for a few moments before a loud squeak that's all too familiar comes from her phone. A moment later, the screen is dark except for Andy's face. "Okay, now I'm under the covers too."

"I'm not…" she tries, but it's no use. "Okay, fine."

"And it's been, like, a million years since I got to even hug you, April!"

She sighs, because it's not stupid to her. In fact, she had just been obstinate because it sounded silly for a second and April's brain was trying to retain its little ounce of misanthropy it had left before Andy had called her. Now, they're in their (separate, mind you) beds, a half-country apart. It was miserable, and it was driving April mad with annoyance that she couldn't wake up to Andy right now. But, here, in this makeshift connection, it felt like a little balm for this insane town.

"Okay," she finally acquiesces.

And so she leans forward and kisses the screen of her phone.

Andy returns it, and April finds herself running her phone to her lips, and her neck, and trying to recall what every sensation felt like in vivid detail. Finally, she brought the phone to the tip of her nose where Andy left an exaggerated pop of lips.

It's so stupid is all she can think, but in that moment when she looks back into the phone and sees Andy's truly passionate care in his eyes, it's as if he's right there under the covers with her. Waiting. He's there, waiting for her. A soft bit of comfort is right there, and it's Andy. It's always been Andy.

April can't help herself, indulging in their "under-the-covers" phone calls constantly after that.