[ Despite all his indignation and bluster, the words soften him up so easily. He's pined for any kind of affection for so long, and that of MArc especially, it's hard to keep up his irritable demeanor when he's right there, smiling. ]
You're lucky you're handsome. [ He says in a way that's probably supposed to sound petulant or demeaning but instead just sounds a little wistful.
When the moment of him not so subtly watching MArc passes, he seems a little more at peace. Whatever that means. ]
Yeah, [ It's sheepish but pleased, there's no hiding the way satisfaction twists his tone into something a little too intimate, never good at keeping his emotions under wraps. ] Least we don't have to fight over the blanket, right?
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You're lucky you're handsome. [ He says in a way that's probably supposed to sound petulant or demeaning but instead just sounds a little wistful.
When the moment of him not so subtly watching MArc passes, he seems a little more at peace. Whatever that means. ]
Yeah, [ It's sheepish but pleased, there's no hiding the way satisfaction twists his tone into something a little too intimate, never good at keeping his emotions under wraps. ] Least we don't have to fight over the blanket, right?