[ Quincy stares back at the other man when he feels those eyes on him. The offer of his lap is a surprise and a tempting one; he glances down before slowly shifting his large body, resting the back of his head onto the stretch of thigh that acts as a perfect pillow.
He looks up, all pale lashes over dark circles and deep red eyes. Exhaustion is deep in the lines of his face. ]
Youβre taking this well. [ β¦ ] Being stolen away.
[ Even if it had been a kidnapping without fanfare or passionate threats. ]
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He looks up, all pale lashes over dark circles and deep red eyes. Exhaustion is deep in the lines of his face. ]
Youβre taking this well. [ β¦ ] Being stolen away.
[ Even if it had been a kidnapping without fanfare or passionate threats. ]