Later that night, Matthew found that he couldn't sleep. He flipped back and forth, trying position after position, but to no avail.
He could hear Alfred and Natalia shifting in their sleep and they sounded so much like his own parents did when they slept. Did all couples sound like that when they slept? Did Matthew sound like that when he slept with Gil?
He eventually decided to give up on sleep. There wasn't much for him to do in the morning so he was free to sleep as long as he wanted.
So he pulled out his phone and stuck the headphones, which had been wrapped around the device, into his ears, opening YouTube. Maybe watching mindless chatter would help him fall asleep.
Or maybe he would get caught up watching Shawn Dawson conspiracy videos and then get really freaking paranoid conveniently right around the time my mom constantly leaves me home alone over night in the middle of the woods in the dark...I mean...Oooh scary!
Whoops.
He was about to go to the search bar and look up SuperWoman videos, or maybe Matthew Santiago, when something in his recommendations caught his eye.
Doing my boyfriend's makeup for views!
It was one of Gil's videos from way back. It's thumbnail was of him and another male.
Boyfriend?
Before he even clearly thought about what he was doing, his finger landed on the video, opening it.
He bit his lip, hoping this would be worth it.
"Hey guys! What's up! It's Gilbert! Today I'm going to be putting makeup on my boyfriend because people were requesting it!"
The other male in the video was thin and mature looking, definitely the opposite of Gil. He had dark brown hair and violet eyes, framed by glasses. There was a mole on his chin that made him look stuck up and prissy.
"So, we're going to start with foundation. For you straight boys out there who watch my videos for my muscles, foundation is like a face thing, not a house thing."
"I think they know that." The boyfriend rolled his eyes.
"Roderich, please, I'm trying to entertain my fans here." Gilbert started slathering liquid foundation all over Roderich's face.
"If you make me look bad, I'll leave you and marry Mozart."
"Mozart is dead." Gilbert stated as he started to apply concealer.
"I'd still marry him."
"Are we talking about his corpse or his ghost?"
"Both."
"Wow, Miley. You've got the best of both worlds."
"Please...please do not..."
"Honestly, I would totally fuck a ghost. No lie."
"That's weird."
"You just said you were gonna fuck Mozart's ghost."
"I said I would date him. Not have sex with him."
"So you'd have sex with his rotting corpse?"
"I wouldn't have sex with either."
Gilbert chuckled, trying his best to apply eyeliner.
Matthew continued to watch that video and more for the next few hours. He watched them go to the mall together, paint Bob Ross art together, try out various products, and more, but then suddenly there were no more videos with Roderich.
What had happened between them, exactly?
Matthew wanted to find out.
But he also didn't want to talk to Gilbert again.
This was quite the dilemma.