"I'm the blue gangster!"

"Preston."

"What'chu gonna do?"

"Presty?"

"You ain't no friend of mine."

"Ouch."

"Look what you put me through!"

"Preston!"

"Now that I'm the blue gangster!"

"Preston!"

"What?"

"How long has it been since you slept?"

Preston gave a lopsided grin to his friend through the screen. "A couple days."

"Why?" Rob asked, in utter disbelief.

"Videos to record, meetings to attend to, shit to do in general..." He giggled. "Shit..."

"Preston, go to bed."

"I'm not tired!"

Rob heaved a sigh, placing his thumbs over his temples and cradling his forehead, annoyed. "Please, Preston."

"Aww, don't you love me like this?"

"Normally, I do, but now... Preston, you're beyond just sleep deprived."

"Nah," he slurred out, still grinning like a fool. "I'm fine, ya goatfish. Stop worrying."

"Put your head down," Rob ordered. "And shut your eyes."

Not thinking any better of it, Preston did as asked. Rob fell silent, and waited just a few moments. It wasn't long before he heard snores coming from the younger's side of the call.

"Goodnight, Preston..." he chuckled. "I love you."

And Preston lifted his head.

"What'chu say?"

"Nothing, Lava P. Get some sleep."

"I ain't gonna sleep now. What'chu say?"

Rob tucked his head, covering his face. "I told you goodnight."

"I hearddat," Preston yawned. "You said somethin' else, though."

"I said I loved you."

"What's the big deal 'bout that? I love you too."

He doesn't mean it, Rob told himself. He's so tired his accent is showing.

"I'm sure you do," he murmured. "Now, go get some sleep."

Preston didn't argue this time. He just set his head down. Smiling ever so slightly, Rob ended the call after admittedly screenshotting the image. It was too cute to not.

He powered off his computer and sighed, his own fatigue washing over him.

He'd sort everything out in the morning.