Michael thought, briefly, about the couch. The very cheap, and somewhat
uncomfortable couch that he rarely used other than to set things on. He
discarded the thought at once and kept them moving back towards the one
indulgence he'd bought for himself when he'd moved in, and the room he
spent most of his time in. His bedroom. Once they crossed the threshold, he
broke his mouth reluctantly from Eli's and looked into his eyes. "I don't
want to give the wrong idea, I mean, I don't think I'm ready for anything,
ah, like that. But the sofa is like sitting on a canvas covered rock."
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Date: 2014-09-18 06:26 pm (UTC)Michael thought, briefly, about the couch. The very cheap, and somewhat uncomfortable couch that he rarely used other than to set things on. He discarded the thought at once and kept them moving back towards the one indulgence he'd bought for himself when he'd moved in, and the room he spent most of his time in. His bedroom. Once they crossed the threshold, he broke his mouth reluctantly from Eli's and looked into his eyes. "I don't want to give the wrong idea, I mean, I don't think I'm ready for anything, ah, like that. But the sofa is like sitting on a canvas covered rock."