Bobby let himself into the apartment, Justin close on his heels.
Dinner had been...intense. There'd been emotions aired and a few secrets ripped open. Bobby had asked Justin back to his place, not wanting to leave the woobie guy to his own devices so soon after so much emo
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Bobby figured he'd get an answer to that? And go from there. Sometimes strategy was just too much hard work.
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He ran his hand through his hair, and yeah, he was still a little confused, but he did know one thing. "I don't want you to feel like you have to fix me. I just want... to be with you, I guess. Not sex. Just..." he shrugged, "hanging out."
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Bobby walked over to the couch setting the drinks down on the coffee table and taking a seat. "No fixing, seriously, I'm not qualified. And I don't want sex, but hanging..." A faint smile touched his lips. "Hanging would be nice."
He sat back, leaving enough room for the boy to sprawl out on the couch, if that was what he desired. "Reckon you can handle a hug as well? I mean, I know you may not be able to control yourself.." He trailed off, a slight self-mocking quirk to his lips.
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d'awwww.... the angstyshnugglyshmoop between you two is adorable.
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