[ Those fingertips at the back of his neck are one of the little triggers that sends an instant wave of comfort-calm through him. He melts a little in turn, a little heavier against Nate's side, head tipped a little more in his direction. There are a few things he associates to Nate, a few soft and gentle touches that are inherently his that something in his chest just clicks into place. It started on night one with fingers in his hair, and now here they are, what, ten fucking years later? ]
Both of them.
[ He drawls out, rasp pronounced from lazy speech. ]
And ironically each brother looks like the other guy.
[ He's making that part up because he's ninety percent sure Nate doesn't know any better. ]
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Both of them.
[ He drawls out, rasp pronounced from lazy speech. ]
And ironically each brother looks like the other guy.
[ He's making that part up because he's ninety percent sure Nate doesn't know any better. ]