[ Warren found himself leaning into the touch, even if it was just Gordon cleaning his face. His cheeks burn red, freckles standing out once more. He squeezes his hand back, realizing that he could hold Gordon's hand for hours and hours and hours and never tire of it.
God, he's a bit mushy, isn't he? ]
It's fine. Kind of an ego boost, really.
[ Maybe he looks a little bit smug. A wee bit. ]
You...you sounded nice.
[ Look he has no idea how to word that in a way that doesn't feel weird to say. ]
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God, he's a bit mushy, isn't he? ]
It's fine. Kind of an ego boost, really.
[ Maybe he looks a little bit smug. A wee bit. ]
You...you sounded nice.
[ Look he has no idea how to word that in a way that doesn't feel weird to say. ]