[The older man seems dazed. And hurt, of course-- There are patches of blood, mixing against dirt and grime, but nothing appears fatal. Neil sighs, relieved, his mind slowing down to a steady beat.
He is about to fetch his wayward pack when a hand touches his jawline, pulling him in a kiss. This, of course, is taken as well as anything can be.
Neil lingers for a second before snapping back in surprise.]
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He is about to fetch his wayward pack when a hand touches his jawline, pulling him in a kiss. This, of course, is taken as well as anything can be.
Neil lingers for a second before snapping back in surprise.]
Jesus, Alex, lay the fuck back down!