Pickles groaned, sitting down on the floor of the shower. "I have what I like highlighted. Just get that." He curled up under the stream of water, shivering. It wasn't that the water was cold.
Miniver really wants to climb in there and hug him. He doesn't only because he knows it'll hurt.
He slips back out of the room to get Pickles' credit card and order. He's gone a few minutes, then slips back in quietly and sits right back where he was.
Pickles had turned off the water in that time, and was reaching for a towel when Miniver came in. "I think I'm just gunna lay on the couch and wish fer a quiet death." He grumbled, standing up slowly with the towel draped over him, padding slowly out of the shower and towards the hall. He could balance on his own, he just had trouble moving very fast. "Gad, I feel like an old man. Like, nine thousand years old. Fuck, I hate this shit, maybe I should just keep on keepin' on so I don't feel so gaddamn shitty."
Pickles paused in the hallway, after tying the towel to his waist. He looked up at Miniver, looking equal amounts of scorned, pained, and impish, before he reached out quickly and grabbed Miniver by the front of his shirt, and dragged him into a deep, rough kiss, not letting the poet go until he needed to breathe.
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"I have what I like highlighted. Just get that." He curled up under the stream of water, shivering. It wasn't that the water was cold.
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Miniver really wants to climb in there and hug him. He doesn't only because he knows it'll hurt.
He slips back out of the room to get Pickles' credit card and order. He's gone a few minutes, then slips back in quietly and sits right back where he was.
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"I could read to you, if you want. Or just sit with you. Bet you've got some seriously cracked stuff on TV these days."
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"I needed that."
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