An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Callum was a good guy, clean and tidy and mostly kept to himself - plus he wasn’t a terrible thing to look at first thing in the morning as they wallowed over coffee and breakfast and mourned the day ahead. Tall, and broad, and dark swooping hair with an arse that looked good in anything.
(Ben might have a small, tiny, practically nonexistent crush on his straight roommate. It’s nothing, really.)























