"Too tired to fucking argue," he mutters. The hand at Neil's hip is moving, sliding around to his back, pulling them clumsily together. Normally he'd shy away at the feel of all that smooth skin pressed against all his scars, but now he can barely feel it.
It feels normal.
He turns his head slightly, mouth moving up over Neil's cheekbone. "Do one thing for me."
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It feels normal.
He turns his head slightly, mouth moving up over Neil's cheekbone. "Do one thing for me."