[ There'll be more than just this hug, he's not going to mention that the couch pulls out in the hopes that North shares the bed and will cuddle. Wash's short tenure in his apartment was the best York's slept in over a year. And it's North.
He can feel himself unwinding a little, his shoulders loosening up at the reassurance that this is real, not some vivid dream. ]
Same here. [ And maybe the hug's getting a little long and a little weird but he doesn't give a shit. He pulls back just enough to run his fingers through overlong blond hair, getting a good look at his friend's now-bearded face.
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He can feel himself unwinding a little, his shoulders loosening up at the reassurance that this is real, not some vivid dream. ]
Same here. [ And maybe the hug's getting a little long and a little weird but he doesn't give a shit. He pulls back just enough to run his fingers through overlong blond hair, getting a good look at his friend's now-bearded face.
This thing's scratchy as hell, you know.