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AN: All the feels in 150 words or less.
Ring
Drew hides the box deep in the bottom of his sock drawer, where he knows Harrison never looks. (Harrison thinks Drew's socks are too boring to steal. Drew buys boring socks so Harrison won't steal them.)
Drew's fairly sure it's too soon to ask, but he likes to think of the ring inside as a promise, waiting until they're ready.
Run
Harrison likes to tease Drew about his "running habit," and he's not far off. Apart from drinking coffee and kissing Harrison, it's the only thing Drew tries to make time for every day. It's not that he's a fitness nut or anything; it's just that when the rhythm of his feet on the ground matches up with the beat in his ears, it's almost like his brain -- stops. Not empty, but tranquil, meditative; his swirling sea of thoughts and observations and ideas and worries is as present as ever, but his consciousness can float peacefully above it for as long as his legs are moving.
Cold
"Harrison, your feet are freezing."
"Oh?"
"...That wasn't an invitation!"
"But your legs are so warm."
"Yes, my legs. My body heat. Stop trying to steal it."
"Well, I wouldn't *have* to steal it if *you* didn't keep stealing all the blankets."
"I'd hardly call it stealing when you toss them off first. 'It's so hot out, I'm dying.' That's a direct quote."
"Sure, but that was back when I was fully clad in pyjamas... I mean, if you want me to put them back on, I can always--"
"No! No need for that, I'm sure we can work something out. A blanket cease-fire."
"Hmmm... or..."
"Or..."
"There are other ways to warm up. That is, if you're not already too hot with all your blankets over there."
"Too hot for you, maybe."
"Ugh. You're terrible."
"You love it."
"I do."
"C'mere."
"Even though my feet are freezing?"
"Mm. Consider this your invitation."
Fall
Things that make Drew fall a little harder:
- The way Harrison's shirt rides up a little when he stretches his arms over his head in a yawn.
- The way Harrison grins when he catches Drew staring.