A/N: Whoho, I am still able to ramble on and on about things!

Mat's apartment was, as one would expect from an artist, very... cluttered with stuff, but not dirty. Guitars, drumsticks, stings, a bicycle, posters and bookcases filled with odd music and movies no one had ever seen. (maybe not even Mat himself.)
They had gone there directly after finishing shooting that day, and bought pizza and then walked up the stairs to get to Mat's apartment. ”Do you do this every day?” Larry asked.
”Yes.” Mat said and laughed. ”How do you think I can eat custard to lunch and look this...” he snapped his fingers. ”fabulous!?” They both laughed at Mat's camp/Gok imitation.
It was the first time that Larry was there, inside of Mat's apartment, and it looked just like he thought it would. The hallway was small and cluttered with Mat's shoes and outwear. Larry suddenly realized that his mother probably had been right when she had pestered him about using the shoe rack, because Larry probably had more shoes than Mat, it just looked like it.
”Come one, let's get you seated....” Mat said and lead Larry to the livingroom. It was painted in a pale blue colour, which was... not really what he expected. The windows where large and led out another cluttered balcony, but this one was cluttered with pots and other gardenstuff. ”It looks better in the summer.” Mat said, he must have noticed that Larry stared at it. ”Much better.”
”Oh, you like... gardening.”
”Oh yes, I love it, when I lived at home we had a garden...” he said, looked at Larry. ”Oh, maybe I should take those, shall we eat first? Watch some tv?” he asked and took the boxes from Larry.
”Yeah, why not?” Larry said. ”I hope you got beer?”
”Beer and coffee and coke, mate!” Mat said as he disappeared into the kitchen. Larry only smiled and sat down, this was going to be a great evening.

Mat was dangerously close to him. He had fallen asleep, with the laptop in his arms, and it had not been long until he had fell against Larry, and now he was drooling on his arm. He wasn't sure what to do. He only knew that he liked it, of course Mat had been closer to him than that but... never in this kind of way, never them all alone, and never had Mat slept on him. (that would've just been weird.)
Larry could smell Mat. He smelled lovely, like soap and cologne. And possibly apples. Or maybe that was the shampoo, Larry wasn't sure. He just leant backwards, to get more comfortable, continued to watch the very boring film that Mat had wanted to watch about... some alien dresses in foile taking over the world?
He pulled up his legs next to him and suddenly Mat's head fell down in his knee. And Mat only mumbled something and snuggled down into Larry's thigh. (that must have been uncomfortable, Larry thought) Larry just sat still and placed a hand on his shoulder. Gently stroked it, he let his hand wander up to his head, buried his hans into the soft curls, continued to let his hand trace down his back...
And as if that darn filmed knew what was going to happen it suddenly started playing really loud (awful) music and Mat woke up. Larry quickly pulled back his hand. ”Oh, sorry man.” Mat said and yawned. ”I didn't... I am so tired, how much is she?”
”Almost 11.30.”
”Damn.” Mat said. ”Well, I guess we should go to sleep.” Larry's brain liked that thought, going to bed with Mat. ”You can crash on the sofa if you like.” he said and smile. ”Brighton is a little bit to far away, right?”
”A little, yes.” Larry said and smiled. They prepared for night, Larry got to borrow a old pair of pants (which where to long) and a washed out t-shirt. Then they said good night.
Larry had only written 346 words that evening, but it was the best write in he had ever been at.