but oh what a year

[patrols]

Comments

[infiltratingly]

( He nods to her and watches her retreat to her bedroom. He listens for a sign of anyone else being awake, Jay Michael or his boyfriend. When he's satisfied they have the silence and privacy, he goes to rearrange Quentin's legs, because that will not be comfortable come morning. )

[overprivileged]

[Someone is moving him and he groans before blinking up into the darkness. He sighs, shifts and then squints.]

Oh. Hey, C.

[He pushes himself up in a sitting position.]

Punch any vampires?