Date: 2009-08-22 12:53 pm (UTC)
There's so much he wants to talk about, so many questions he wants to ask, but all of it evaporates with the touch of Glitch's lips, of his hands and his weight encouraging him to lay back.

With the suns up above like this, and the soft earth underneath, he can't think of any other place he'd rather be.
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