[He'll flop onto his side, facing Lance of course, slide his hand back some and plant a short kiss to his cheek. It's soft and smells like something he can't...quite place; sure, he heard what the mask was made of, but it smells pleasant and not like green oily stuff.
Smells and textures being completely different, sure, but it's all the same jumbled thing to him. Skincare.]
Don't let me.
[Most of that happens unconsciously...let him adjust to sharing his space. B'nice.]
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Smells and textures being completely different, sure, but it's all the same jumbled thing to him. Skincare.]
Don't let me.
[Most of that happens unconsciously...let him adjust to sharing his space. B'nice.]
We have an extra blanket this time anyway.