[ yeah, he asserts, mental voice warm and content as he kisses him again. he presses another to the bridge of logan's nose, then sits up a little to nuzzle into his temple.
on logan's knee, the stick figure shakes its head, then unfolds into a sliver of wood again, falling away. ]
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on logan's knee, the stick figure shakes its head, then unfolds into a sliver of wood again, falling away. ]
I love you. What're you making?