Lance woke up before Keith and effectively burned two bagels horribly and tried to cover them in peanut butter.

Keith got up. He was still in his boxers and a white undershirt.

"Good morning, Lance. You're awake before me for once. What's the occasion?"

Lance handed Keith a plate. "I made you breakfast."

Keith laughed. "You burned it, didn't you?"

Lance frowned. "You don't know that-"

Keith bit it and chewed. "Yep." He confirmed. "Also- I can smell that you burned it- that's what woke me up."

Lance held up his bagel. "At least I took yours out before mine."

"Jesus, Lance." Keith said. "You can't eat that. Go get another bagel."

"We're out." Lance said, holding up the plastic bag.

"Well recycle it, then." Keith said. He set down the bagel on his plate and set it on the counter. "I'm going to go put on clothes."

"You don't have to eat it." Lance said. He was sitting on the counter, scraping off the burned parts with a spoon because he didn't want to unload the dishwasher.

Keith smiled and kissed Lance's cheek. "No- I'll eat it. Because my boyfriend made me breakfast."

Lance laughed. "Fine but if I see you gag-"

"Yeah, yeah." Keith dismissed, walking into their bedroom to go get dressed.

When he came out, Lance was watching the news.  Keith gave half of the cursed bagel to Harlow.

"What are you watching?"

"Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse."

"Oh."

Lance looked offended. "You really believed that?"

Keith shrugged. "I don't know what you watch."

Lance nodded in thought. "Yeah- I guess you're right." He turned up the volume. "Actually- it's the news."

"First breakfast then the news? You're copying me." He sat down beside him. "I'm flattered."

"Did you know Phase 2 starts today?" Lance asked. He gave some pets to Harlow. "Makes sense- we've been on the park trail for almost two weeks."

"Today's my last day of class." Keith said.

Lance sighed. "Pretty soon I have to go back to stocking shelves."

Keith laughed. "Yeah but that's why you're so strong and I like that."

Lance blushed. "Yeah, well someone has to be on top."

Harlow barked.

"Yes, that was inappropriate." Lance agreed.

Keith logged on to his class while Lance went to go take Harlow out on the trail. When he returned, he brought up the mail.

"Mail!" He shouted.

Keith stopped talking and sighed. "Yes, Professor that is  my boyfriend."

Lance walked up to the counter where Keith was on a stool and wrapped his arms around Keith's shoulders. He looked at the faces on their webcams of Keith's course. "Hello, I'm Lance and we're gay."

Keith winced in embarrassment. "They gathered that, Lance. Please go away."

"Boo." Lance said, kissing Keith's cheek and walking to the living room to sit on the couch and sort out their bills on the coffee table. Keith finished asking his questions and eventually closed his laptop. 

"I'm officially finished. I got an 88 on the final but ended with a solid A." Keith said. He stretched. "What did you learn on the news?" Lance looked sad. "Our country is going to shit."

"And?" Keith asked.

Lance beamed. "Nail salons and restaurants are open!"

"Oh cool!" Keith said. "Lets get tacos and pedicures!"

"Yes!" Lance cheered.

Keith's face dropped. "Lance. I'm kidding."

"Aw."

Keith sighed. "I suppose  getting tacos won't kill us."

"Whooo!" Lance exclaimed, raising his hands above his head and doing a lunge. "Tacos!"

Harlow jumped up, excitedly.

They got in their car and went down into town and drove to their favorite Mexican restaurant to pick up tacos they ordered over the phone for pickup- something that the establishment only started doing in these virus crazy days. When they returned, Lance washed his hands after taking off his mask.

"Remind me why we can't just go in? That's what Phase 2 is for." Lance reasoned.

"Do you want to die?" Keith asked.

"Well no, I-"

"There we go."

"So." Lance said, talking with with his mouth full. He swallowed. "I know how 2020 can get worse."

Keith looked up. "How?"

"The Killer Hornets." He raised an eyebrow. "How you ask?"

"I didn't."

"They gain sentience and mutate! Before long they'll be picking up the virus corpses and taking them back to CONSUME!"

"Lance." Keith sighed. "There's a lull in the virus growth."

Lance got up and balled up the wax paper that the tacos were wrapped in. He was wearing socks in the kitchen on the linoleum floors.

"I'm bored of quarantine. We should just dance in our socks." He did the moonwalk. "We're gay- gay people DANCE, Keith!"

"Of course-" Keith continued, "I wouldn't want to end up in the hospital, but-"

CRACK.

"What happened, are you okay?!" Keith said, standing up and looking over.

Lance pushed himself up and Keith saw the blood on the floor. Lance was covering his nose.

"I think I broke something."

"Yeah, your face." Keith said, softly. grabbing a napkin and handing it to Lance. He sighed. "We're going to the hospital, aren't we?"

"Nah- it's not that bad." Lance said, leaning back against the counter.

"Let me see it." Keith said.

"Fucking socks." Lance sighed. He moved the bloodied napkin.

"Ew." Keith reacted. "That shit is not straight."

"Neither are we, I'm fine."

Keith stood up and pulled Lance up. "Let's go to Urgent Care."

Keith was wearing a mask. Lance... really couldn't. He had a washcloth pressed to his face.

"Keep your nose covered." Keith said, pulling in to the parking lot. "I'm sure there are dying people in there."

"Phase 2 sucks." Lance said, voice distorted.

Keith opened Lance's door and they walked into the waiting room and checked in.

"I guess if you're getting blood everywhere, you get in first." Keith laughed, sitting in a chair as they waited for a doctor. Lance moved the cloth. It finally stopped bleeding. He had blood on his hands and wiped it on the paper covering the examination table he was sitting on.

"Lance!" Keith scolded. "That's gross."

The door opened. A woman in a lab coat came in. "What seems to be the problem today?" She asked.

Lance wiped a drop of blood. It had pretty much stopped.

"Hm." The nurse said, putting on some gloves. "So can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently pressing on his cheek by his nose.

"I was weightlifting. 200 pounds. That's why I'm so ripped and-"

"He fell on the kitchen floor." Keith corrected.

Their nurse stepped back. "Well, it's not broken badly, so that's the good news." She sighed. "But we do need to reset it. It's has minor fracture."  

She looked at Keith who seemed to be the more responsible one. "Do you have insurance?"

Keith sighed. They were broke college students. Insurance was something they BARELY could afford but luckily, yes, they did have it. "Yes. But I don't know if they'll cover it." He opened his wallet and flipped out his insurance card.

"I'll give you a minute to decide." She said, pulling off the gloves. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

When she closed the door Lance sighed. "Keith, I was ,like, a total 10 before the break. Now I'm, like, an 8.5- still undeniably attractive."

Keith hung up. "They'll cover the set but not the local anesthesia."

"So?"

"Get ready to bite the bullet or we're biting 2 grand."

"Fucking America." Lance muttered.

Their nurse returned and Keith informed that they would reset it but asked if they could without anesthesia. She warned that it would hurt but called to the Emergency Room and made a rushed appointment to get his nose aligned. 

"Thank you." Keith said.

When they arrived at the ER, Lance was violently shaking his leg. "Ow... ow... ow... ow... ow... ow."

"Stop shaking your leg. You're moving your nose."

They were called back and met with a doctor who could set the bone straight.

Keith held Lance's hand and squeezed it. "You've got this."

The whole hospital heard it.

"*!#$&^!#$*&!%$#!&$^!*$#!^%!!!"

"All done." The doctor smiled. "We'll bandage it up and you can take them off in 72 hours, okay? I'll prescribe you a minor painkiller."

"Minor?!" Lance exclaimed.

The doctor ignored him and ripped the paper off of a pad and handed it to Keith. He looked back at Lance.

"No excessive exercise, okay?"

"Okay." Lance grumbled.

Keith kissed his cheek. "I think the bandage is kind of cute."

"Fuck you." Lance muttered.

"Sorry, you can't." Keith smirked. "No excessive exercise."