[ There might be dreams. Sharkface doesn’t remember them, though. Not this time. He shifts, still fuzzy from sleep, and instinctively presses closer to Drake. Seeking warmth, closeness. The sort of comfort he’d almost forgotten. He exhales and opens his good eye slowly, blinking.
Oh. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is soft. And it occurs to Sharkface then that the only time he’s slept in a bed in years, literal goddamn years, is with Drake. ]
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Oh. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is soft. And it occurs to Sharkface then that the only time he’s slept in a bed in years, literal goddamn years, is with Drake. ]