— Tristan

* yesterday. alright. he's grabbing tristan's wrist. they're going to go get food.

. . . when was the last time you ate ?

we need t'get you out'a the radio booth more, sweetheart.

I know, Tristan, women are beautiful. y'were actin' like you've never seen one before !

I so will bully you

* now this is good. he will apologise in the morning if he keeps wriggling and sniffling all night.

* he is completely out of it. still feeling rough from this cold. snuggles against him immediately, though.

honk shoo honk shoo

prove it ?

he talks like dale is some kinda super-human, tristan is plenty strong. although he definitely wants to see the results later.

* kiss to his forehead, a mumbled goodnight, and soon he'll be passed out

* wrapping him up in his arms and snuggling down all comfy.

aAH ?!? " oi ! what're you doin' ? "