[There's a laugh at that. Nate just tries to bury his face in Flynn's hair and past the strands that aren't trying to stab him in the eye? It's pretty comfy there. He mutters something incoherent --along the lines of 'you ass'-- against the other and he closes his own eyes, listening to that tune. It's not one he knows but it's pretty damn soothing if he thinks about it.
He likes it, and his hands just shift, Nate moves closer and gets comfortable. When he sees his opportunity, he slips his hands underneath Harry's and he turns his head, so he's resting against the other just as much as Flynn's doing to him. He's gonna fall asleep at this rate, he just knows it.
And so he does, and so Flynn does he presumes, considering that during that sleep, he never feels the other move away, leave or shift to an emptier side of the bed. It's nice.]
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He likes it, and his hands just shift, Nate moves closer and gets comfortable. When he sees his opportunity, he slips his hands underneath Harry's and he turns his head, so he's resting against the other just as much as Flynn's doing to him. He's gonna fall asleep at this rate, he just knows it.
And so he does, and so Flynn does he presumes, considering that during that sleep, he never feels the other move away, leave or shift to an emptier side of the bed. It's nice.]