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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ is sitting up already with his head between his knees while continuing his sobbing. jumps when simon chucks the pillows across the room, letting out a small sound of surprise at the sudden movement.

though the next moment he's scooting away as far as he can from simon, backed up against the headboard like a scared animal would. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

Be quiet. I'm going to sleep.

[ shuts his eyes tightly. & then turns on his side to face oliver, opens his arms awkwardly from where he's lying down. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ resorts to a sad pout when he says that, though blinks a few times at the (very sudden) open invitation.

feels his cheeks go warm as he slowly, cautiously lowers himself down. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ all but grabs him immediately, clinging to his warmth. ]

You're mine until you make up your mind. Okay?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ isn't... really used to this, so he stays still. instinct tells him to close his eyes, head sort of tucking itself closer to simon. ]

... yes. I'm yours.

[ a small hand grips a little portion of simon's nightshirt, though he's unsure as to why. ]