John grinned when Mars practically jumped on him and yelled his pet name. He wrapped his arms securely around him and kissed the top of his unkempt hair. “It’s me. Really, really…hey, I’m not smelly!” he protested, making a face at the other. “How’s things?”
"Well not that kind of smelly but you smelly smells, the familiar ones," Mars explained, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment as he tried to explain, "Boring, and sometimes scary, but mostly boring,"
















