Billy sighed out, an almost rapturous sound. Those words slipped down into his belly and blossomed up, twining vines and soft, blooming heat in his lungs. "Oh, Goody," he murmured, weighty in that space between them. They laid there, pressed against one another, and Billy covered Goodnight's hands. "I love you, too."
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Date: 2016-12-15 05:41 am (UTC)