He kisses hard and relieved, grateful to have the man back in his arms where he belongs. "I didn't forget you," he whispers. "Not once. I never forgot and Ambrose didn't forget, except the one time he forgot who Her Majesty was too and then Raw put him to bed."
He's building muscle again though, pallid skin slightly coloured by sunlight.
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Date: 2009-08-22 11:37 am (UTC)He's building muscle again though, pallid skin slightly coloured by sunlight.
He kisses him again.