Soft Like Peach-Fuzz

Time passes. York watches, vaguely, as Grandma paints and dries and adds another layer, then he looks over at Rosé’s work in progress and watches that too. The curtains are open, sunlight streaming in. It has to be at least twelve. He wonders if their alarms went off. He wonders how long Rosé was awake before she make them drinks.He should get up, he thinks, thoughts foggy and brain mush. He’s wasting the day just lazing around like this. They don’t have any work to do and he doesn’t have a plan but- there’s always something, isn’t there? He’d figure it out.He should get up.-Or: York feels things and gets very soft with his friends / partners during a lazy day. They all just love each other very much.