Blaine looked tired, so much so that Dave was surprised he was still awake. What with how dopey he looked because of the exhaustion; though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit pleased that Blaine was still awake. He watched carefully as Blaine’s arm unfolded and his hand fell to the bed, facing up to the ceiling — ready to be held. Or at least, that was what it looked like. Dave did step in a little closer and took a seat closer to the bed, fingers lacing in with Blaine’s a little cautiously. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna intrude.”
Tired? Very much. But not going down without a fight. Having company that was uniquely Dave (removed from all things New York and everything that happened there) was something Blaine was beginning to treasure, look forward to and rely on. When he’d told himself maybe relying on people was the last thing he should do. Yet, here we are. Nature is hard to break..
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he smiled from underneath his palm and wrist. His gaze went soft. “Yes, I’m sure.” No sooner did he open his gaze back up and find Dave’s than Dave’s hand was slipping into his. Blaine’s fingers instantly curled through his fingers and gave him a gentle tug. “I’ll even let you pick which size of spoon you prefer,” his grin went lopsided teasing him just to earn a smile. “Cause that’s kinda my thing and no one is immune.”
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