More way than one to run away, Blacksheep. [ settles his hand on Ace's neck and lightly strokes at the back of his neck. he doesn't mean to look fond, he was aiming more for sad, but he's more fondly sad. ]
[Lays down on his chest next to him and snuggles close.] I don't want you to feel like home. I want the Moby Dick to feel like home. Do I just accept that this is the way it is?
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If I was running away I'd literally be out the door fucker.
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