He sighed, staring up at the ceiling, laying on their shared bed, waiting for Anon to come out of the bathroom. “Anon, hurry up!” He said. Ten minutes later, Anon emerged. He chuckled, watching them put on his shirt. “Baby, you’re wearing my clothes again.” He turned to face them. “Hurry up, I want you.” He held out his hand. They climbed into bed. “Good shower?” he asked. They nodded. “Good, good…” He moved them onto his chest, putting a hand in their hair. “Mm.” he mumbled, looking at a picture of his mother. He misses her dearly. Anon tapped his chest. “Hm? What?” he asked.