"Your nose is bleedin'."
"Again?"
"Again."
There was a long pause as the two stared at each other, clear exhaustion shared between each other, but the mood was light, warm.
"I'm not getting up."
"You gon' stain the blanket."
"This blanket's seen plenty."
"Cy, git up." Elijah's voice was plenty playful as he nudged the other to get off the couch they found themselves curled up on.
A pathetic whine left the other as he stood up, sighing once he got to his feet. "Fine. Fine. I'll clean myself up."
"Good boy."
A moment of hesitation. "Shut up."
"Ah'm good."