I think you're messy
...
But I'm messy too.
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Nick knocked on the door.
"Coming" said a familiar, beloved voice from beyond.
When the door was open, Frank's room was steamy, as if he had just gotten out of a bath. Behind him, his bed was a mess as always, as were his multiple screens.
"Sorry, I'm still can't stop being this...mess."
"Well" Nick said, closing in to peck Frank in the lips, "I'm a bit of a mess myself."
The two kissed deeply, hastily taking off each other's tops and falling on the messy bed.
***
Naked, the two embraced tenderly.
The external mess was cleaned up, clothes neatly filed, screens properly set up.
The internal mess, though, was alive and kicking, even as the two fell asleep.
And it would bound them forever.