[The peck gets him. It gets him and he grins and looks down, like a kid who just got his hair mussed. He watches the way Chuck eases out of the bed, how he hesitates for a moment at the first spark of cold air, and he stifles the urge to pull him back again, where it's warm and safe and fun and comfortable. He shakes his head to ease that from his mind and fingers, knowing that there'll be a time and a place for that.
... he hopes.
He's about to stretch like a lazy dog who can't get a decent dose of a shut-eye when he hears the yelp, eyes wide and body ready to bolt at the worst. He smiles, a little relieved, nodding in that "yeah, yeah, I know" manner.] My bad. You alright, Chuckles?
which one
... he hopes.
He's about to stretch like a lazy dog who can't get a decent dose of a shut-eye when he hears the yelp, eyes wide and body ready to bolt at the worst. He smiles, a little relieved, nodding in that "yeah, yeah, I know" manner.] My bad. You alright, Chuckles?