[will takes a moment to catch his breath, face pressed over mike's heart, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of it. he can feel mike smoothing his hair, and he wants to stay inside that half-second, the care of it, the gentleness. but he shifts after a moment, folds his hands over mike's heart and rests his chin there.]
How come? I'm not blond. Or an elf. Or...tall. [it's amusing, he's smiling up at mike, stifling a laugh when frodo comes and sits on his back. he shifts a little so he's not lying directly on top of mike, asks in a softer voice:] Am I too heavy?
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How come? I'm not blond. Or an elf. Or...tall. [it's amusing, he's smiling up at mike, stifling a laugh when frodo comes and sits on his back. he shifts a little so he's not lying directly on top of mike, asks in a softer voice:] Am I too heavy?