No goodnight kisses

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You sat propped up against the headboard, blanket resting at your waist, scrolling lazily through your phone. Johnny had been sulking since the little spat earlier. Over what? Something dumb. Something so dumb you weren’t even going to dignify it with a fight. And now, as punishment, you’d told him he wasn’t getting his usual goodnight kiss.

Judging by the noises coming from across the flat, he was not handling it well.

“ÆEEEEEEHHHHHH!” came the exaggerated wail from the living room, loud enough to rattle the picture frames.

A beat of silence, then his voice, muffled but clear enough to catch: “-I’m tellin’ ye, Gaz, they’re tryin’ tae kill me! Kill me! Who withholds goodnight kisses? What kinda monster am I livin’ with?!”

You could practically hear Gaz’s tired sigh through the phone.

“Nah, nah, don’t side wi’ them!” Johnny barked dramatically. “This is cruel and unusual punishment! Uncalled for!”

A thump, probably him flopping down on the couch dramatically.

“I’m gonna die alone. No kiss. Just me and this betrayal.”

Another pause.

“Gaz, don’t you dare hang up on me. Don’t - GAZ?! Bloody traitor!”

There's another strangled wail of despair.