[Chris laughs, bright and not unlike a bark, but earnest. There was what made Crais so endearing and why Chris had been willing to try and cuddle until his inevitable fidgeting discomfort rolled up.]
What, counter’s not good enough for you? Fine, couch it’ll be, but I want at your hair for a bit. It’s relaxing.
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What, counter’s not good enough for you? Fine, couch it’ll be, but I want at your hair for a bit. It’s relaxing.
[And, with that, he will finish up his food.]