˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 * ᴺᴼᵀ 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑫 .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

❝ i'm a glorified hood ornament — what could i possibly have to pout about .ᐣ ❞

cue some laughter, his hand closing around his forearm, and dragging him downstairs. “chicken curry okay with you?”

jesus, that’s even cuter. he’s smiling, softly. “a couple of hours, at most.”

cute. cute. cute, darn it. lips stretch in a smile, arms crossing over his chest. “hi… dinner’s ready, if you want?”

quite the vision of poised and charming masculinity. a chuckle passes his lips, moving closer to ruffle bond’s hair. “james.”

his hand stays there for a few seconds, before he steps outside, careful about the noise. and off to the kitchen he goes.

it would be crazy to lean into him and kiss his forehead. so. not doing that. but allowing fingers to run through his hair.

no comment on that, as he lowers him onto the mattress. “come on now. i’ll take care of dinner. rest.”

“i’m your … knight in nerdy glasses. you’re the knight in shining armour.” a laugh. guiding him upstairs, and switching the lights on. the bedroom is as tidy as his office.

one hand resting in the middle of his back. “i swear to god, i will not carry you upstairs. i do not have that strength in my body.” head resting against his.

“oh, come on. just go—” he’s *not pushing, thank you very much. “you’re about to lose consciousness, so please. get in bed.”

“… oh dear.” hes thinking. fast. “… i guess my bedroom is cat free.”

“hush.” he’s gently pushing him forward, already fishing some blanket and a pillow. “don’t mind the cats. they might join you.”

come on. gently tugging by the sleeve towards the couch. “sleep.”

he wishes he could . god he wishes he could . he has been awake for three days straight , with only brief two to three hour naps to keep himself sane .