Sep 1, 2014
James just lays across Miles' lap. "Can you play with my hair?"
A huff of air pushes past his lips at the weight that drops across his lap, a frown grows on his lips but he complies anyway. Miles shifts so he's in a more comfortable position and threads his fingers through James's soft hair, curling the locks around his calloused fingers.
“That the only reason you want me around?”