He's so comfortable and content here in Mick's arms in his bed. He could sleep right now, if not for the fact that he'd rather soak up this feeling than waste it on something so useless like sleep, instead.
Maybe he's a little too comfortable. Maybe he's a touch too drunk.
But those words at the end? After that pause? They make him snort and turn his head toward him, "Why?" His whole face crinkles in confusion. It doesn't makes sense, not really. He's a mess that no one deserves.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" Definitely drunk. His words have a light, teasing sound to them, slurred with intoxication and the slight laugh tangled in them. Muffled further by the way he buries his face against Mick's chest, laughing a little. "That sounds like an awful plan."
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He's so comfortable and content here in Mick's arms in his bed. He could sleep right now, if not for the fact that he'd rather soak up this feeling than waste it on something so useless like sleep, instead.
Maybe he's a little too comfortable.
Maybe he's a touch too drunk.
But those words at the end? After that pause? They make him snort and turn his head toward him, "Why?" His whole face crinkles in confusion. It doesn't makes sense, not really. He's a mess that no one deserves.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" Definitely drunk. His words have a light, teasing sound to them, slurred with intoxication and the slight laugh tangled in them. Muffled further by the way he buries his face against Mick's chest, laughing a little. "That sounds like an awful plan."