When Max leans forward to get rid of the pen and paper, Rowan leans back with him, taking their place against his chest. They draw his hands around him again, cuddling into him. "Problem is, I ain't going to stop fucking you if they do decide to stop holding my tech over my head." Rowan laughs. "But they did give me my phone, eventually, and if I need to fuck around even more for my laptop, that ain't the worst.
And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
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Date: 2020-11-23 03:33 pm (UTC)And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"