[There's no hesitation as he reciprocates the touch, leaning in to meet the distance, shivering at the gentle pathway of a hand up his thigh. And then —]
Wait, was that you? Did you do something?
[Equally startled and dubious, he reaches for the egg in the crook of Cy's knee so that it won't get accidentally squashed, tucking it against his belly with the first one.]
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Wait, was that you? Did you do something?
[Equally startled and dubious, he reaches for the egg in the crook of Cy's knee so that it won't get accidentally squashed, tucking it against his belly with the first one.]
... Can you bring over a blanket?