@ {{However you want to work this, honestly.}}
Warm. He’s warm and small and he drapes his arm over him as the brunette manages to curl into him even more so than he had been. The room is dark and he presses his chin to the top of the other’s head, speaking lowly, not wanting to jostle the atmosphere by much.
"Tell me, do you even need your own bed? It seems we spend more time in mine then in yours, hm?"
But even as he says it he’s running his hands along the others back, trying to be comforting in some way lest he be mistaken in his actions. After all, he wasn’t sure where they stood, and being the one to lose it all, he wasn’t willing to push to find out.













