“Patroclus. Patroclus. Patrocluuuuus.” Achilles was whining and poking his arm and pulling at his shirt, but Patroclus was used to this. His boyfriend was ridiculous. “Pat. Pat. Patty. Patroclus.”
He looked up from his chem textbook, only a bit annoyed and quite a lot in love. “Yes, Achilles?”
“I know, Achilles. You don't have to sit there and watch me study. You can go if you want.”
“No!” He was pouting now. “I want to cuddle you until you melt.”
Patroclus smiled adoringly. “I know, babe, but I have to study. I've got a test next week in organic chemistry.”
“You should drop out and let me cuddle you.”
“Give me another hour and we'll go back to the dorm and we'll cuddle.”
Achilles hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
“Don't you have music you could be writing, anyway?”
“I'll write a song about your horrible study habits,” he said with a teasing smirk.
Patroclus smiled and went back to his book.