[ The comment is easy. Fun. It isn't meant any sort of way, but panic hits Quentin sudden and strong: how the fuck would Felipe know about how young he was? Is it obvious? Does everyone know? Does he kiss some kind of way, did he say it in his sleep--
[ The hand tangled with Felipe's curls away, a spider cringing from a predator. The very next second (exhaling, reminding himself soundly that no one knows and no one fucking cares, jesuschrist) the touch is back, spread warm and firm over Felipe's knee. Apologetic. Same as his too-wide smile, distracted as his tongue sweeping his lower lip. ] So that makes us tied again. Let's break it.
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[ The hand tangled with Felipe's curls away, a spider cringing from a predator. The very next second (exhaling, reminding himself soundly that no one knows and no one fucking cares, jesuschrist) the touch is back, spread warm and firm over Felipe's knee. Apologetic. Same as his too-wide smile, distracted as his tongue sweeping his lower lip. ] So that makes us tied again. Let's break it.
Give me something harder.