"Tsukishima, are you sure you're not tired? I can just call again later?" Shouyo said, after hearing Tsukishima yawn for the third time.

"You're busy 'later', aren't you?" came Tsukishima's answer. "And I'm not tired."

"Uh-huh, Isn't it 1:00 AM over there?"

"Irrelevant."

Shouyo laughed. "Stubborn."

"Don't wanna hear that from you," Tsukishima answered across the line. Shouyo heard the rustling of sheets, and could almost see him laying down in his bed, pulling the blanket to his chest. "Now tell me about that thing Pedro made you try again."

Shouyo hummed. "Sure you won't fall asleep?"

"Try me. Talk."

So he did. And Tsukishima listened.

Or he tried for as long as he could.

After a while, there was only silence on Tsukishima's end. And while he wasn't the most talkative person, there was that occasional hum -

- and snarky comments, something that was telling Shouyo "I'm here, and I'm listening."

But now there was none. And when Shouyo listened closely, he could hear Tsukishima's steady and quiet breathing.

"And," Shouyo whispered, "he fell asleep."

Shouyo smiled to himself.

"Goodnight, Tsukishima. Sweet dreams."

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