"Groffsauce," Lin complained, "My back hurts. Look at me, Old Man Miranda. I could get a shirt like that. It can have your face on it if you want. Chris can be on the back, but you'll probably be on the front. It can be written in big, bold letters. What color should I do?"
He laid on Groff's couch, turning his head to look at him. "Uh, maybe red. It can easily catch the eye if that's what you're aiming for. If not, maybe a neutral color, like brown. Or something simple like black." He finished tidying up his area, and sat next to Lin on the ground, smiling at him softly.
"Mm," He was obviously tired, "What are you doing down there? Come here." He patted the very small space next to him.
"I'm not gonna fit," He started, but saw Lin shake his head, "But then again, that's not gonna stop you, is it?" Lin let out a small giggle, trying to scoot over.
Jonathan fit snugly right behind Lin, acting as the big spoon.
"You're very comfy," Lin said, already half sleep, "And you smell really nice. I think I'm gonna buy your shampoo. That sounds weird, doesn't it? Whatever, I'm a weird guy."
Jon tried snuggling into Lin even more, and kissed his neck, "Shush. I'll give you a massage when you wake up."
"This conversation is really sensual and I am here for it," Lin said excitedly, turning around, "Can you sing for me?"
"M'kay, any requests?"
He shook his head, leaving it to Jonathan. Whatever he picked, he knew he would love.
Groff chose something simple. It was a bit silly, but simple, and overall endearing.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
Lin cracked a smile against his chest, but settled in. "You make me happy, when skies are blue..." He whispered.
