He's in a weird place, but he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to think about just how damn good it felt to have that familiar weight there in the light of morning.
They slept together, actually honest-to-God slept, not just across a tent or in queen sized hotel beds - just them tangled together with their clothes on.
"It's me," he replies in all seriousness, holding him tighter. "I'm supposed to be your rock, remember?"
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Date: 2013-03-12 06:11 am (UTC)They slept together, actually honest-to-God slept, not just across a tent or in queen sized hotel beds - just them tangled together with their clothes on.
"It's me," he replies in all seriousness, holding him tighter. "I'm supposed to be your rock, remember?"