Harker sniffled, noising into the nuzzle with a soft noise, only for it to turn into something more irritated as he turned to swat at Jean. "Ugh! You are the
worst." He scowled, matching Tristan's pink flush. The young man flopped back against the bed with a sigh. "He's very proud of the fact he can say that. Jean is the only one whose heard those stories outside of Mother..." He didn't like telling others. Those were
his treasured moments... Though Jean did make things easy to talk about... He was a soothing presence in the hell hole that had been the last couple of years. "Insufferable a*****e."
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Jean made a noise, as Harker called him a name and moved to nuzzle the other gently. "You are important to him." Jean said, settling next to Harker and glancing at Tristan. He'd always been afraid he was replacing the other. He knew a side of Harker he rarely saw. Beside him, Harker huffed, turning to shove his back against Tristan, but grab at Jean. "He...
We've been through some s**t, so I didn't mind if he told stories. If that's what it took for him to feel normal..." To feel
whole again... He was okay with it.
"Seriously though, do I have to beg for it at this point?"