See, things are good. Things are fine. He's cracking wise and angling for something better than too gentle hands on his face reminding him of how easy it is for a man to break.
How much he, himself, is broken.
He paints on a smile and slides forward, tangling his legs in Norths' rather than the sheets. Dips his head down to mouth at the heel of Norths' hand and nip at the skin over his wrist because that is infinity more interesting than whatever he'd been dreaming and whatever might be causing the nightmares.
It's not up for discussion. This, though? This is. "Is that a threat or a promise? Because I'm not really feeling threatened- but I am more than willing to be on my best behavior if it's a promise- well. Good behavior. Decent. ish. I'll put my clothes in the hamper instead of the floor?"
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How much he, himself, is broken.
He paints on a smile and slides forward, tangling his legs in Norths' rather than the sheets. Dips his head down to mouth at the heel of Norths' hand and nip at the skin over his wrist because that is infinity more interesting than whatever he'd been dreaming and whatever might be causing the nightmares.
It's not up for discussion. This, though? This is. "Is that a threat or a promise? Because I'm not really feeling threatened- but I am more than willing to be on my best behavior if it's a promise- well. Good behavior. Decent. ish. I'll put my clothes in the hamper instead of the floor?"