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send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch
After Tristan had nagged Rich about watching The Wizard of Oz a couple of times, Rich had finally suggested that Tristan bring the movie over so he could screen it personally and be able to explain whatever he wanted (which had turned out to be quite a bit.) Tristan had more to say about the movie than Rich had ever expected, and now halfway through the movie, he wasn’t even sure how the boy was able to find something new to obsess over in every single scene.
Sitting on the couch, Rich leaned back into the cushion, sighing as Tristan went on about the significance of the yellow brick road. “It’s all about symbolism, and the color yellow being a positive and almost ‘golden’ pathway to success,” Tristan explained, resting his arm over the back of the couch as he leaned over Rich’s shoulder. Suddenly Rich noticed him let out a yawn, and he could quickly tell that Tristan was growing tired. “And with all of them....sticking together...and...” As he spoke, his voice drifted, and soon his head was falling slowly onto Rich’s shoulder. His arm fell and draped over Rich’s shoulder, causing Rich to stiffen a bit in surprise. Sighing quietly in relief of the silence, he relaxed, deciding to disregard Tristan’s position and attempt to focus on the rest of the film.
