[ When Chris arrives, Hawke's waiting on the stoop in slightly too-tight jeans and long-sleeved red flannel over an equally tight black Henley. He saunters the few steps between them but is easily coaxed, smiling a bit at Chris' hand in his hair and leaning in for a brief and friendly kiss. ]
Always fun, but the other two. It's been quiet which was a relief for awhile, but...
[ He shrugs with one shoulder in a very you know how I get sort of gesture.
He should probably disengage long enough to get on the bike, but he's already loathe for Chris' fingers to leave his hair and so he lingers just a little bit, finding a small respite even in that minute contact. ]
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Always fun, but the other two. It's been quiet which was a relief for awhile, but...
[ He shrugs with one shoulder in a very you know how I get sort of gesture.
He should probably disengage long enough to get on the bike, but he's already loathe for Chris' fingers to leave his hair and so he lingers just a little bit, finding a small respite even in that minute contact. ]