[Lara is here. Lara is warm and close and relaxed. One of his hands can feel the weight and reality of his cup of coffee, and the other can feel the weight and reality of her leg where his fingers rest thoughtlessly.]
Nothing at all.
[Because breathing has been a little hard, since waking up to the weight and reality of his face pressed to Archie's shoulder and still blissfully unaware of their time together here.
This is less fraught. This eases things rather than tensing them.]
no subject
Nothing at all.
[Because breathing has been a little hard, since waking up to the weight and reality of his face pressed to Archie's shoulder and still blissfully unaware of their time together here.
This is less fraught. This eases things rather than tensing them.]