"I assume Asher likes them?"

He looks around dubiously. 

"If you say so. I should probably get changed," and he disappears into the bathroom.

Lev changes into pajamas while he's out!

Lev usually sleeps shirtless but he puts on a new shirt instead because it might make Sasha uncomfortable.

If Sasha knew this he would be extremely charmed by it, but he does not. 

He does go right back to cuddling Lev. "Does Asher know I'm here?" 

"Uh, no. I don't really talk to him because he was kind of a dictator and I am pretty sure I disapprove of dictators."

"...that makes sense. It's a bit of an odd choice of soulmate, though." 

"I dunno, maybe I'd really like him if I got to know him, but right now I'm much happier with future me's choice of bo-- people."

He catches the slip but doesn't acknowledge it. "Yeah. Me too, they put me with a girl, and she seems very sweet but I'm gay." 

"Maybe soulmates can be nonsexual?"

"Maybe they can be, but if they aren't going to let me kiss anyone else!" 

"Maybe we can ask the magic robot lady at some point."

"Maybe we can." He's a little nervous about what happens when the dictator gets back. 

Lev hugs him. "Are you scared of something?"

"I'm scared of a lot of things, but at the moment I'm mostly nervous about what happens when the dictator who doesn't know I'm here gets back and discovers I'm here.

Not enough to leave, or anything. But enough to worry about it." 

"I'd tell him but the Good Place doesn't have... phones."

"Yeah. I don't know why it doesn't, they're really useful." Snuggles? 

Snuggles! And sleep!

Yes. Good. 

Sasha sleeps more soundly in Lev's arms than he has in a long, long time. 

In the morning Sasha is woken up by the sound of a fire alarm and the smell of badly burnt eggs.

Augh. 

He drags himself out of bed and goes outside, where hopefully the fire alarm will be less loud. 

In the kitchen he sees a shirtless man staring at a frying pan that presumably at one point contained eggs.

"This looked a lot easier," he says mournfully to no one in particular, "when other people were doing it."

Lev is following Sasha, his hands over his ears. "You can get the magic robot lady to bring you food!"

He waits until they are outside to say "Eggs aren't even hard to cook." 

"I don't think he's cooked for the past, like, two decades."

"…I guess," he says dubiously. 

Hes just going to keep holding Lev's hand while they're out here.