*he smiled and shook his head, before he gently moved back against her, hoping the hot drink would keep him distracted from her body against his. oh god. if he was braver he’d put his arm around her but…*
i-i think everyone does it at some point… it’s… it’s not that bad.
“Unless your mom decides to tell you that you can’t cook and why bother trying,” she replies softly, her head snuggling up against his shoulder a bit. “What are you parent’s like, Jack?”
hippies. *he says this quite honestly, and openly; barely blinking at the admission* they… they’re very free spirited and open minded. s’why they… they adopted me, since i was so different and they wanted to take care of me. i call them by their names too but… i see how that can be weird for some… now i’m out the house they travel a lot, but they said they’d try to see me around the holidays even if they think christmas is a little over commercialized… th-they just want to use it for the family stuff.
Jack Maple 