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“It’s cold in here, Andrew,” he repeats, quiet, at least for Luca, and his usual loud self. He takes a step forward and Andrew takes a step back, until his knees hit his dusty little bed and he falls to sit on it.
He falls to sit on it, and Luca climbs on top of him, follows the motion, his knees on either side of Andrew’s hips, his arms resting on Andrew’s shoulders.
Andrew’s gaze sweeps down his lithe form in a slow descent, until he looks back up to lock eyes with the inventor, just to whisper, powerlessly, “I can--get you a blanket?”
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08 Mar 2023