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[overhiloverdale]

Dale is at home, quietly curled up on the couch and watching television with a sort of... fixed expression. He spent the afternoon putting things away- in a box, specifically, as if he's going to take them to the Goodwill

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[sodamn_closeted]

They hadn't had plans to see one another but Chip was bored, read lonely, and he couldn't resist slipping over to see Dale. Just because he could. He loved that part in any relationship but with Dale it was just better.

Knocking at the door, not waiting before letting ihmself in. "Honey, I'm home."

[overhiloverdale]

Dale blinks at that, then turns, smiling at Chip. "Hey man, s'up?" he asks, shifting to turn and face Chip a bit more, slapping pause on the DVD he was watching. Doesn't even remember what it was.
"How'd your day go?" he asks, sitting curled up on the sofa rather than getting up to go latch onto Chip.

[sodamn_closeted]

He doesn't frown at that, he could play this game, and slips over to drop down next to Dale. "It was a day. Missed you though,' he admits, finding such things coming to him easier as he leaned in to kiss the other man.

[overhiloverdale]

Dale blinks again- and then he's being kissed. He's really brief about it- and after a bit, he breaks the kiss off and says "...something's. Fucking something's wrong with me, Chip. I dunno what it is."