ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
"I couldn't help it." Stephen said gently. "It was the delivery, I think." He added, then leaned back a bit against the headboard. It wasn't the most comfortable of beds, but there were enough pillows. The Leaky was doing better than he'd remembered when he finished school and stayed here for a week. The blankets were thicker and the pillows softer.
"It's all right. I'm not sure I'd want to follow up that performance, either." He teased, playfully. He was glad to be talking about something other than what was weighing on his heart. Though it was still there in the back of his mind.