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Dragging Follo along was supposed to be cute. Gris figured he would get about three drinks in before he ended up leaning against him and falling asleep on Gris’ shoulder. Gris would then hoist him up on his back, carry him home and tuck him into bed. The following day he’d get to playfully poke fun about the whole thing and watch Follo stutter as he tried to downplay just how embarrassed he was. You know, standard, Follo stuff.
Unfortunately, that plan fell apart faster than he realized it could and he’s not sure if he’d call the resulting situation he found himself in cute.
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Follo could probably spend the rest of his life thinking about nothing but Gris’ hands.
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“You’re so wound up by some imagined scenario in your head you’re not thinking straight and I don’t think making yourself smell like another alpha’s cigarettes while spiraling is a productive way to work through those feelings.”
Follo’s two wrists are pulled up and then one of Gris’ hands is holding Follo’s two, pinning his arms in place above his head.
“So let’s do it a different way.”
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“I…” Uncertainty stains Enjin’s face as he frowns in a way that looks more confused than upset. “What does your kindness cost?”
“Nothing.” Alto reassures. “Now go back to sleep.”
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Gris tilts Follo’s head back as he fits the front piece against his face, on top of his nose, under his chin. The bands loop behind Follo’s ears and Gris pulls the two bits of leather taught as he secures the metal buckles.
“It’s tight.”
“That’s sort of the whole point.”