[He grumbles that as he settles in, burying his face against the top of Bruno's head. His mouth still aches, and beneath Bruno's shirt, his fingers curl. He's not going to pull his hands back entirely.]
Once you crawl into my lap, you better be ready to stay there. I'm not letting you go.
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[He grumbles that as he settles in, burying his face against the top of Bruno's head. His mouth still aches, and beneath Bruno's shirt, his fingers curl. He's not going to pull his hands back entirely.]
Once you crawl into my lap, you better be ready to stay there. I'm not letting you go.