[He closed his eyes with a sigh and enjoyed the contact, letting it warm him in ways that had nothing to do with body heat. The quiet moments were as necessary as their loud and pushy moments, settling out their rough edges and all the other baggage that they carried with them.
He hummed.]
That's awful kind of you. I'll wear them with pride.
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He hummed.]
That's awful kind of you. I'll wear them with pride.