[Billy's lips quirk into a wider smile at the kisses, the tenderness of it, and he shifts his shoulders enough to figure out that yes, moving isn't a horrendous chore. It takes more effort than it ought, but he expected that.
God, he could fall asleep like this, but he knows that's probably a bad idea right now, however tempting. They're such a mess that they'll be sticking together like glue - uncomfortably, not the cute metaphorical way - when everything dries.]
Mm... yeah, I want. We were supposed to have a shower, ugh...
[action, february 23rd]
God, he could fall asleep like this, but he knows that's probably a bad idea right now, however tempting. They're such a mess that they'll be sticking together like glue - uncomfortably, not the cute metaphorical way - when everything dries.]
Mm... yeah, I want. We were supposed to have a shower, ugh...