Luke's hands rest against Cal's back and his fingers tighten briefly against the skin. There's no pressure to come to immediately, so he lets himself drift back bit by bit, until he's firmly back inside his own skin, warm and comfortable and settled.
He gives a soft hum at Cal and wriggles in against him. "Mornin'. Again."
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Date: 2024-08-25 09:17 am (UTC)He gives a soft hum at Cal and wriggles in against him. "Mornin'. Again."