He shook his head.
"Nah, I'm often already awake, anyway. Always have a hard time sleeping unless I'm exhausted." Horace let out a huff.
"Even so, I doubt I'm worth all you've been through." He would be lying if he didn't admit that a part of him wanted them off the island, away from danger, and also away from America.
"Maybe one day there will be a way to retire. Horace tilted Jan's head back and to the side a little, just enough so he could kiss him. He wanted to be around, to be touching Jan any chance he got. Horace fully recognized that, in terms of touch, he was a stage-five clinger - he thrived off of small brushes of fingertips along wrists, arms looped around Jan, whatever he was allowed. And Jan seemed to allow him rather a lot. He smiled happily and kissed Jan again.
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