Aoki’s words made Cresil groan for a moment. It was easy to wash blankets but a couch? Knowing he had to, he just sighed and smiled. “Yeah I’ll get to it in the morning.” he mumbled.
Noticing the sneezing increase, Cresil held Aoki as close as he could and put a hand to his forehead, examining the temperature before giving it a quick kiss, noticing the warmth.
“I think you might be.” Looking at his boyfriend, Cresil sighed in slight concern and hummed. “I’ll have to keep track of it. Tell me how you feel in the morning.” Wanting Aoki to sleep now, Cresil gave him a quick final kiss on the lips, and whispered. “Night Aoki. Wake me up if you have another nightmare okay?”
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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