Caleb tries to ignore the way Gabe's nose and hair tickle his throat when he nods. "Sorry, it just looked so much more comfortable down here." It is the truth. Just not all of the truth.
"I am," he murmurs against Gabe's hair, tracing idle patterns in the cotton of Gabe's shirt with the tips of his fingers. "You're like a little siren furnace. It's nice."
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Date: 2015-09-12 05:47 am (UTC)"I am," he murmurs against Gabe's hair, tracing idle patterns in the cotton of Gabe's shirt with the tips of his fingers. "You're like a little siren furnace. It's nice."