+ @andbravery asked: 🙆 PLS Accepting ( x )
Half-asleep, with his head on John’s lap, and that’s when it happens. He feels fingers thread to through his hair. They are still so new to all of this that he’s hardly thought to explain to John just what this does to him. Alexander supposes he’s about to find out as the sound that climbs up from his throat is somewhat unavoidable. In an effort to be less embarrassed by that noise, he leans into the touch a little more. It feels too good not to.
Though the noises become more frequent (and he can’t be sure, but he thinks John may have laughed at him a time or two), he actually finds himself relaxing. Oh, parts of him are certainly not relaxed, but any tension left from the day seems to be melting away at the simple stroking of fingers through his hair. His head tips into John just a bit more. He doesn’t want him to stop. Doesn’t want any of this to ever stop.
Alexander realizes, in this moment, that there will never be anyone he loves more than John Laurens.
“I hear you laughing at me,” he murmurs through another of those distinctly pleased noises, “Please don’t ever stop laughing at me.”












