Blake watched as Jayden quickly put the duvet cover on, and starting pumping up the airbed. Quietly, he picked up the pillows and shoved them haphazardly into the pillowcases.
"Norman, the airbed..."
"Don't, Cartah. Just don't. It's been a Hell 'f a day, and frankly I don't care whether you want to sleep next to me or not. Just... Do what you want, but please don't argue with me about it." Carter raised an eyebrow.
"...Has a leak in it." he finished. Norman's ears reddened slightly. Cute... Wait, what? He's a guy, Carter. You two shouldn't even be friends, much less... Whatever. Just not cute. Just... no.
Blake realised Norman was talking, and tuned back in.
"...Tired. Sorry."
"It's fine." said Carter, amicable for once. "Are you getting to bed, or what?"
"Hmm? Yea. Have I got any pajamas tonight... I'll take that face as a no then?" Norman said, smiling slightly. Okay. Sleep in the skanky briefs again, I guess."
Carter snorted slightly, and Norman glared at him. "What?"
"Briefs. They're crap."
"You have to fucking pick holes in absolutely everything, don't you, Cartah? What I say, what I do, who I fuck, and now the underwear I choose. Christ's sake! Well, for your information, I got these from the homelessness shelter. Not all of us can even choose what clothes we wear, you know!" Norman glared at him and stalked off into the kitchen to get changed. Carter grinned, and started to change into his pajamas ready for bed.
He'd already fallen asleep by the time Norman got back, which Norman was rather glad about. He got under the covers, and went to sleep.