so baby pull me closer

Thorne purrs, a low sound in the hollow of his throat, and exhales against the blonds mussy locks. The scent of hairspray and product and New York lingers there. Home, it says. Home, home, home.

Thorne smiles.

"Alright then," he says. "We'll find out tomorrow. Don't worry, he'll like you. You're well kept and smarter than I am, and my nephews and nieces will make you help them with their plants. Urban gardening, or something like that."

His expression softens as he opens his eyes. He nuzzles Chris's head a little, just a reminder that he's there and thinking.

Thank you, he wants to say, but he's said that already.

So he just says, "I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you came."