[As Ain lays his head against his chest, Wolfwood feels a sudden thrill through his body, like a warm chill that rushes beneath his skin. He flushes, cheeks red as he looks down at the top of Ain’s head before- after a long moment- reaching up to brush his hair back with his fingertips.]
Yeah well…don’t get used to it, but. I figured I kinda owed you one, after everything.
[Thanks for blowing his mind and also giving him anxiety about being probably closeted.]
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Yeah well…don’t get used to it, but. I figured I kinda owed you one, after everything.
[Thanks for blowing his mind and also giving him anxiety about being probably closeted.]