old batman episodes and arguments over the 'love of literature' vs. the 'practicality of math' and snarky banter because we're so god damned clever and warm hands and warm arms and rain that pounds and patters and chapped lips on chapped lips and chapped lips on cool shoulders and quiet seconds filled with sweet words and good adjectives until we can no longer take ourselves seriously
and i turn off my thoughts and he turns off his and long brown eyelashes against my cheek and the original cast of star trek still murmurs on the tv and i rest my ear on his forearm and everything tingles because he smells just how he should.
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