MCA#0, Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

Xander had a Very Exciting Weekend. He got to call 'Bossa on the radio and make skettis in the Common Room with Bridge and Pippi and Willow and Dawn and Mel and Evie and Alanna and Aly who threw sketti and then he got to sleep in Bridge's room and then he went to Maureeeeeeeeeeeeeeen's room and played with Aly and Jeremiah and a bunny and a puppy and and and... a boy with blue eyes and then Bridge came and he was worried which was bad but Xander said he was sorry so it was okay and then Isabel came and lots and lots of people needed hugs which are good but they can wear you out even if you're Almost Six and Too Big For Naps and also there were cookies and then there was a puppet show and then he came home to His Apartment that was Really Really His which was Apartment Zero like his friend who has pretty hair with lots of colors.

And now he's tucked up in a Really Big Bed 'cause even though he's Almost Six and Too Big For Naps, Xander is okay with sleeptimes 'cause even grownups have sleeptimes even if they're later than kid sleeptimes and grownups don't even ever have nearly as Very Exciting Weekends as kids do. So he's good as long as he has his froggie and a nightlight and Bridge isn't going away. "You're not goin' away, right?"

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[needsaparrot]

Xander gives a Very Big Yawn and snuggles down under the blanket, clutching his frog. "Okay 'cause sometimes I gotta check 'cause ... I forgotted why." He just knows it was very, very important to check.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good night, Xander," Bridge says quietly, intending to stay there just until he's sure Xander's actually asleep, and then go crash on the couch. Because if this goes anything at all like last time, the two of them waking up in the same bed would be... awkward.

[needsaparrot]

"Night, Bridgemmmmmhhh." That would be the sound of an almost-six-year-old zonking his face into a stuffed frog, not quite asleep, but almost.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And Bridge waits until he's sure Xander's breathing has evened out and he's asleep, and then very, very quietly sneaks out of the room and in to the den, where he curls up on the couch.

[needsaparrot]

Shortly thereafter, there's a tug at his shirtsleeve, and a pair of VERY BIG EYES peering over the arm of the couch. Attached to a not all that big boy hugging a stuffed frog and dragging a blanket behind him.

"You went away..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Bridge? Possibly feels smaller than Xander is right about now.

"I didn't leave the apartment," he tries. Yeah. He knows it's a flimsy excuse.

[needsaparrot]

Xander yawns and rubs his eyes. "Is still away."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay, and the possibility of awkwardness tomorrow morning is suddenly not that important to Bridge, because Xander is upset and it's his fault and so he caves.

"C'mere," he says, holding his arms out. "You can sleep on the couch with me if you want."

[needsaparrot]

Xander crawls up on the couch and drags the blanket with him, ducking under Bridge's arm and pulling the blanket up. "'kay."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"G'night for real," Bridge murmurs.

[needsaparrot]

"Nigh..." Xander shifts to get comfy and tucks Notzilla under his chin, and rests his head against Bridge's chest. "...love you."

And then he's out like a light.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Love you too," Bridge says. And falls asleep with a big goofy grin on his face.