Len rolled his eyes. He understood James' fear, but he wasn't about to get all soppy about it, either. He just hopped up on the bed and kneed several gun parts out of the way, so he could wrap an arm around the other man and lean against him.
"Stop it, you're making me sick," he complained. "You wouldn't see me look like that, because I don't, at all wish you were him. You think I deserve to be with someone who's not a brooding, surly, antisocial asshole? Have you met Mick? I like those kinds of people. I like you, just as you are, so get with the program."
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Date: 2016-08-01 03:10 am (UTC)"Stop it, you're making me sick," he complained. "You wouldn't see me look like that, because I don't, at all wish you were him. You think I deserve to be with someone who's not a brooding, surly, antisocial asshole? Have you met Mick? I like those kinds of people. I like you, just as you are, so get with the program."