He doesn't shy away from the touch; he doesn't twist or jerk, or seem to mind it at all. He laughs a little and shakes his head. "What, you don't think we could share? You that much of a bed hog, Mick?" The words come out of his mouth almost dripping with a taunting edge to them, like a dare he isn't quite ready to commit to, but still feels the need to put out in the universe anyway.
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