It felt bristly but soft on Grey's palm and he smiled, just a little. He turned around to look at Curtis in the murk, their legs tangling under the covers. His hands were between them, but he didn't reach out, sensing that he needed to be careful, tread lightly.
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Date: 2014-11-25 12:33 pm (UTC)