△ YOURS △ for Leon to sit in Claire’s lap!
SEND △ YOURS △ FOR RECEIVER TO SIT IN SENDER'S LAP
If the smell of booze wasn't already indicative of his inebriated state, it was the stupid fucking smile plastered across Leon's face as he lowered himself onto his wife's lap that gave him away. "Hey, you," he greeted, head lolling to rest against hers as he slung an arm around her shoulders. "Am I too heavy? We can switch if you want."











