"Darrow's a bit odd in more ways than I care to think about." But Goodnight supposed he should be more grateful; whatever this place was, it brought Billy back to him. When Billy put a hand on the counter, Goodnight lightly brushed his fingers before his touch fell away. Stolen moments, stolen touches. They were in a private, domestic space but they also had company.
They had been negotiating these spaces since they became close.
"Has it really been a week?" he asked at last, looking at Billy like he was appalled that they were capable of being that wrapped up in each other for so long. Goodnight hadn't thought to count days, only the minutes, seconds between every kiss or touch they'd shared since Billy arrived.
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Date: 2017-01-25 07:29 am (UTC)They had been negotiating these spaces since they became close.
"Has it really been a week?" he asked at last, looking at Billy like he was appalled that they were capable of being that wrapped up in each other for so long. Goodnight hadn't thought to count days, only the minutes, seconds between every kiss or touch they'd shared since Billy arrived.