It was raining. It was like one of those cheesy, romantic movies Karkat liked except that it was all too real for Gamzee's liking. He glanced over at Tavros, and the thought crossed his mind; wasn't his whole experience with this doofus one, giant, romantic movie? He smirked.

"Tav, how you holdin' up over there?" Gamzee asked, his elbow leaning on the side of the closed window. When there was no response, he turned sideways in his chair and analyzed the lump under the covers. "Tavros?"

He got up from his seat and walked over there, leaning over the bed to push the covers back and look at his shivering boyfriend. "You cold, motherfucker?" Gamzee asked. Still no response. "You took your medicine, right?" ... "Come on, Tav." ... "Tavros." Gamzee sighed and walked around the bed to the wall where the stereo was kept. He clicked a couple of buttons, left, right, back again, left, left, right. Then, he turned up the sound.

He heard a load groan and a muffled, "Turn that shit off." Bad 70s music always did the trick. And although Gamzee really liked this song, he turned it off. He sauntered across the room once again, only to slowly crawl into the bed and pull the covers over their heads. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's torso and pulled him close, hoping to warm him up a little.

"You woke me up just so you could... cuddle up to me?"

"Last time I didn't tell you, you screamed."

"That was when we weren't dating, and it was kind of creepy, to be honest."

"Last week, bro."

"Shut up."

Gamzee lightly laughed and gripped tighter, making Tavros's shivering cease finally. After a few moments, Gamzee spoke up again, "Seriously though, Tav. Did you take your medicine?"

"Yes, did you take yours?"

"Yeah." Gamzee nestled his head in closer so it was right next to Tavros's. "Motherfucker, you smell nice."

"I took a bath before you came over."

"Damn, how early did you get up?"

It was rhetorical, but Tavros answered anyway, "Too early."

"Aw shucks, just for me?"

"I was getting pretty stinky."

"Yeah, you smelled like pig farts for real."

"How do you know what pig farts smell like?"

They both laughed until Tavros started having a coughing fit. "Oh fuck, Tavros. I'm sorry," Gamzee said, putting his hand on his shoulder, a look of concern crossing his face that Tavros couldn't see.

"I-It's fine... It's fine," Tavros said, catching his breath. He started to shiver lightly again, even though Gamzee knew he was warm by now.

"Tavros.. I-"

"Gamzee, we're not having this talk again. What's going to happen is going to happen. I'm done talking about it, honestly, and I'm, uh, sorry if I hurt your feelings by saying so."

"I need to know what to do. I'm lost, Tav."

"We've talked about this a lot, I think. It's sorta actually depressing, and we were just talking about pig farts earlier and laughing. Why can't our conversations be like that all the time again? Now it's just sad..."

"I know, Tavros. I'm just so confused, brother."

"Yeah, I know... Sorry." Gamzee kissed his forehead, making him smile.

After a minute or two, Gamzee changed the subject, "You ever thought about kids, Tav?"

"Kids? Where'd that come from?"

"I don't know. I was just thinking how miraculous it'd be to have a lil' fucker of my own, you know?"

"Oh. Well, where'd you get it? I mean, they don't really give them away like puppies. Heh."

"Yeah, I know. Maybe I'd go adopt or some shit."

"No offense, Gamzee, but I don't think they'd let you within 10 foot of a child there."

"Aw. Now why would you say that?"

"Well, I just don't think a stoner with face-paint, no job, a single-roomed apartment, and a paraplegic, ill boyfriend really screams 'good parent material.'"

"Well, fuck. I guess you're right. But a motherfucker can dream, can't he?"

"Yeah, I guess that'd be alright... I think... it'd be pretty cool to have a kid," Tavros smiled gently, "He'd be really cute and nice and really popular in school with good grades, and I think he would like sports, but he wouldn't do drugs because he knew his father, Tavros, would yell at him and be, uh, really mean."

"He'd learn how to cook from you, and he'd be just like you except for the fact that he would have good taste in music like his old man." Tavros laughed, muttering, "Yeah, right."

"What would we name him?"

"I dunno."

"Uhh... Hm.. I don't know either, it seems."

"Whatever, man. We'll think about it."

"Yeah."

They both smiled at each other like losers, like it really mattered what the name was of an imaginary child. And then they talked about it for a little while longer, laughed a little bit, kissed more than a little bit, and then Tavros accidentally fell asleep, talking for so long wearing him out. Gamzee was surprised he lasted that long, his sickness limiting their chats and time together more and more each day. And Gamzee knew Tavros didn't like to talk about what would happen when his sickness took away all of their time, but Gamzee always thought it was better to ask questions now while Tavros was still there rather than ask questions later when he couldn't get answers, beating himself up over the little things and forever wondering.

uh revi ews would be nice... because i have no idea what im doing.. owo