Billy breathed out, slow and almost lazy, as Goodnight draped over him. He lifted his fingers, ruffling Goodnight's hair gently. There was a sheen of sweat on both of them. So much for the bath that Goodnight had invariably had after their arrival.
"You could have," he murmured, and felt his cheeks pink all over, "said something. Before all this."
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Date: 2016-11-25 04:08 pm (UTC)"You could have," he murmured, and felt his cheeks pink all over, "said something. Before all this."