"Sorry," Jag said, sympathy rather than apology. He didn't move, still leaning his head on Coby's shoulder, trying not to think of how the proximity of his voice made part of him want to kiss him, all the more so for the strokes on his back. He didn't know if it was more unhealthy behaviour, or something else. "We can sing?" he offered instead, flames still winding round his fingers.
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Date: 2018-01-04 11:16 pm (UTC)