"Yeah, that's me. So smooth." Not at all with a slight tendency to babble. But he supposed it could be worse. Hartley lied down next to James without even saying another word. He'd lose if he tried to argue, so he just stretched out behind him and start petting his hair, trying not to look at his face and focus too much at how James just happened to be objectively gorgeous. Not fair. So not fair.
Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
Once the pop tart was eaten, James moved around until he was comfortable, sprawled out with his head in a good petting position. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, nuzzling against him a little. "I'm gonna pass out now, don't freak. I won't die." He let himself slip into a more relax position and yawned tiredly, not really with it. "Notte, sogni d'oro." And with that, he was out like a light.
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Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
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