730. Chapter 730

“Move over, Schott.”

He doesn’t even open his eyes, and he certainly doesn’t have to ask how Alex got into his apartment.

He just shimmies over on his bed, because it might not be as big as Alex and Maggie’s, but it’s big enough.

Still without opening his eyes, Winn can practically see Alex pouting at him, so he grins slightly as he tosses his arm out to his side.

Alex makes a small sound of contentment as she flops down next to him, using his bicep as a pillow.

She tosses her arm across his stomach, and they scoot closer to each other.

“Your shoes are still on,” Alex observes after several long minutes of just breathing together, their inhales and exhales synced.

“It was a long day, okay?” Winn counters without any actual defensiveness.

“Same,” Alex sighs.

“Maggie on the night shift?”

“Nah, she’s out with Kara and Lena. I was gonna go too, but I wanted some Schott time.” A slight pause. “Quote me on that, and I’ll toss your Wii out the window.”

Winn smirks at that. “I can just swap it with another one.”

Alex pops open one eye to see Winn waggling his eyebrows mischievously, and she smacks his stomach very, very lightly with her open palm. “I meant your gaming system, not – oh, god, I’m not making this better, am I?”

They both laugh – long and hard, but also soft and sleepy – into another contented silence.

Alex breaks that silence by chuckling again.

“Mmm?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking.”

“Shocking, Alex. You? Thinking?”

“Shut up,” Alex counters, but Winn can practically hear her smiling. “I was just thinking about how nervous you were when you told me you’re trans and aro and ace, and how nervous I was when I told you I’m a lesbian, and look at us now.”

Winn shifts so he can kiss Alex’s forehead. “Nerves are weird creatures, huh?”

“Oooh, what would a nerve creature look like?”

“Like a neuron?”

“Or a somatic nerve.”

“But like, eight feet tall.”

“You know what, we shouldn’t joke like this.” They’re both sitting up now, eyes wide open and smirks of delight on both their faces.

“Yeah, knowing our lives, it could totally happen.”

“The nervocalypse.”

“The Attack of the Nerves.”

“Like a panic attack?”

“Well, yeah, but like, with eight foot nerve creatures.”

They dissolve into laughter, holding each other up in every way.

“Let’s never tell anyone about this conversation, okay?”

“What conversation?”

They both smile broadly as they lay back down and re-entangle their limbs.

“Exactly.”