Snorted, leaning back on his elbows on the floor. "Like my food."
Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
He smiled, hand sliding up from his cheek to brush through his hair, other hand still rubbing absently down his spine.
"Bout ready for bed?"
It was already in the early hours of morning and he had to get up entirely too early, but none of that seemed to matter. Just wanted to never move, knowing that sure as tomorrow came, so would the brittle emptiness.
Sat up and grabbed the crust Lindsey'd thrown aside, popping it in his mouth with a toothy grin. "And my daddy always taught me to never leave anything on my plate."
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"Sorry, guess I just zoned." Let his hand slide down the man's side.
Head pillowed on Lindsey's arm again.
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"Bout ready for bed?"
It was already in the early hours of morning and he had to get up entirely too early, but none of that seemed to matter. Just wanted to never move, knowing that sure as tomorrow came, so would the brittle emptiness.
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Slipped closer, turning a little on his side, far leg swinging to meet the other one. "Just real comfortable."
Really, really didn't want tomorrow to come.
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"Yeah, I have to get up."
He was unsure when Wolfram and Hart became a prison, instead of the goal, the challenge he'd sold his soul for.
Pressed a kiss to the younger man's forehead. "You can stay in here and watch some more tv if you want."
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Got another visual of them in bed, making out until they fell asleep. Sounded so fucking good.
He really needed to get off this fairytale bullshit. Would only make him miserable.
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