Damn it, why was Len so stupidly good at reading people? James did inscrutable with the best of them, but Len could see right through him.
Not that he'd have it any other way.
Growling, he leaned back against the wall, shifting away from Len again. He couldn't meet his lover's eyes, and his voice was gruffer than usual when he spoke. "What'd you think of him? Me. Younger me."
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Date: 2016-07-29 03:07 am (UTC)Not that he'd have it any other way.
Growling, he leaned back against the wall, shifting away from Len again. He couldn't meet his lover's eyes, and his voice was gruffer than usual when he spoke. "What'd you think of him? Me. Younger me."