Rhys gets it, and gives a little hum of acknowledgement that isn't really a laugh.
He tugs Quentin back towards the bed, has to release him to push open the curtains enough for them to have a little television watching window, then grabs him again to tug him onto the duvet in a companionable sprawl.
He doesn't turn the TV on immediately. Just lays in a slump with the other man for a minute, staring at the string bulb lights that are absolutely wrapped around the inside of the canopy.
"This sucks, right? Just this whole thing, completely sucks."
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Date: 2019-12-10 02:50 pm (UTC)He tugs Quentin back towards the bed, has to release him to push open the curtains enough for them to have a little television watching window, then grabs him again to tug him onto the duvet in a companionable sprawl.
He doesn't turn the TV on immediately. Just lays in a slump with the other man for a minute, staring at the string bulb lights that are absolutely wrapped around the inside of the canopy.
"This sucks, right? Just this whole thing, completely sucks."