[ Roused from the danger of falling asleep too soon, he stirs when lips brush his tears away, wincing a moment later as Molly withdraws. Only in one sense, thankfully, with Fjord wrapping an arm around him and playing with a curl of his hair, settled together as the heat starts to fade and leave sweetly aching muscles behind that he hadn't even been aware of before now.
He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
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He shakes with a contained laugh to the candid summary, humming tiredly a moment later. ]
Yeah. Yes, I'm good. Very ... good. [ How do words work, wow. ] You're very well-practiced at that.
[ See, he can be fucked-out and funny too. ]