𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 to the 𝑻𝑶𝑷 .ᐟ

rot with me.

" hockey. " he answers plainly, sinking deeper into the water, a more relaxed expression taking over his visage. " you? "

 taking up half of the reader's bed. 

" wrapping up my day. " he hums out with a simple nod. " hitting the jacuzzi after practice feels just so right. "

Gabe looks surprised to find him without a shirt. “Oh-!” He clears his throat, then recomposes himself. “Anyway,” he hangs up the phone. “Sorry for being so… antsy.” Already his back is stiffening back up to its usual rigidity.

watching the other closely as he dips in, arms slung over the edge of the jacuzzi, eyes scanning his silhouette.

 chilling in the jacuzzi. 

“ you barely even taste the raspberry. “

he's grumpy... didn't get his way.

looking up at him , taking a hold of the flour putting it on the counter. “ it was white chocolate and raspberry cookies. “

“Oh- uh, I’m here.” He finally says, knocking on the door softly.

Gabe watches him strum, looking at his fingers with an eye for detail. Admiring their callouses. Marks of dedication. “Perhaps. I guess it couldn’t hurt. I do have some problems that a creative outlet would help with.” He considers. “If I have time between classes, studying, +

Gabe’s smile can be heard in his tone as he thanks Joe for letting him come over and begins recapping. It ends up working out great, where he’s outside Joseph’s dorm right as he finishes the story.

Gabe nods, not looking at the book without permission. “That’s interesting.” He smiles. “I’ve thought about that sort of thing before. It’ll be a fascinating insight to you once I get to hear the completed song.” He nods, conceptualizing

An hour goes by. Then another. But eventually, finally, Gabe calls Joseph again. “It worked!” He said, again speaking just as fast. “It worked. I get a redo.” He sniffles. Gabe had *cried??* over a C?? A little insane, but if it works it works. “Can I come over-“ he starts, +