( He says grimly into Nate's shirt, inching down to rest a little more weight on him. When his hands slip back under Nate's shirt, it's back to something peaceful and nice rather than an act of treason. He lifts his chin enough that it might dig in a little, just for a second. )
I know a teenager who got a grand piano dropped on them from a second story window.
( And then it's back to absently nudging along the seams and folds of Nate's shirt with the tip of his nose. )
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( He says grimly into Nate's shirt, inching down to rest a little more weight on him. When his hands slip back under Nate's shirt, it's back to something peaceful and nice rather than an act of treason. He lifts his chin enough that it might dig in a little, just for a second. )
I know a teenager who got a grand piano dropped on them from a second story window.
( And then it's back to absently nudging along the seams and folds of Nate's shirt with the tip of his nose. )