Goodnight shrugged and put the book back on the nightstand. It felt nice having Billy against his side; nice in a way he didn't want to think too hard about. But when he glanced up there was Billy looking at him and Goodnight felt the heat creep into his face he almost said something but he had no idea the words he needed. He was sure he was fooling himself, reading something into nothing.
He broke the spell - or tried to save himself from it - by putting his bowl back onto the tray, forcing himself to look elsewhere. "Thank you for bringing this up. You're a peach."
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Date: 2016-11-23 04:42 am (UTC)He broke the spell - or tried to save himself from it - by putting his bowl back onto the tray, forcing himself to look elsewhere. "Thank you for bringing this up. You're a peach."