Oh. “Maybe someone was messing with me.” He was the naive type and a lot of people figured it out pretty easily. Rhys only pulled back when Joseph moved to look at him a little easier, curly hair once again resting against the pillow he’d stolen, but his hand stayed. “Or just young…” He had no idea how old the other was, but he wasn’t the type to ask, either.
“Get used to?” Maybe it was a piece of that boldness he’d found last night still lingering, but he thought that maybe cuddling with him would be the answer. It caused a bit of a tightening in his throat because what if it wasn’t, but he did his best not to listen to it.