Raylan was still breathless by the time that Malcolm curled up beside him, having meet all the little kisses with faint leans of his face into the affection and it was with a deep breath that he shifted to tangle himself back around Malcolm, legs and all. He pressed his face into Malcolm's hair to breathe in the faint prick of sex underneath the shampoo he'd used that morning.
'Hopelessly in love' would be how he'd later internally articulate it.
Humming softly, Raylan looked at his watch. "'Bout an hour if I'm bein' safe."
A long beat passed. "I don't wanna go," he whispered. He had to. He wanted to if only to get what he needed to get done, done and get back to this. "Let's just.." He sighed deeply. "Lay here for 85% of it. Give you somethin' to remember tonight when you wake up." Give him something to hold onto since Raylan couldn't be there himself.
But his tone said it all - stiff upper lip or something like that. There was no use in being childish and lounging in their misery; better to look at the silver linings, what few there were.
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'Hopelessly in love' would be how he'd later internally articulate it.
Humming softly, Raylan looked at his watch. "'Bout an hour if I'm bein' safe."
A long beat passed. "I don't wanna go," he whispered. He had to. He wanted to if only to get what he needed to get done, done and get back to this. "Let's just.." He sighed deeply. "Lay here for 85% of it. Give you somethin' to remember tonight when you wake up." Give him something to hold onto since Raylan couldn't be there himself.
But his tone said it all - stiff upper lip or something like that. There was no use in being childish and lounging in their misery; better to look at the silver linings, what few there were.