It was strange, really. Malcolm had the softest parts of him. Henry had the truest part of him. Tim had the protective rock part of him. They all gave him something different, something he needed and cherished. If he was going to rage, he'd rage at Tim. If he was going to cry, he'd cry with Malcolm. If he was going to laugh, he'd laugh with Henry.
Blessed. Deviant. He didn't deserve any of them. Maybe it would come to that, in the end.
He hummed at the kisses and was easily pulled into bed, curling into Malcolm's embrace and sighing heavily as they tangled together. It felt like forever since he was in bed, even though it had only been a couple of days. A couple of days too long.
"I don't want to throw the schedule off, things are.. well balanced. Now that Neal's back. Neal and Henry love you too. I know they do. They need nights with you as much as I do. I think maybe we all fell back into habit when he came back.." It was a good thing. And a complex thing.
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Blessed. Deviant. He didn't deserve any of them. Maybe it would come to that, in the end.
He hummed at the kisses and was easily pulled into bed, curling into Malcolm's embrace and sighing heavily as they tangled together. It felt like forever since he was in bed, even though it had only been a couple of days. A couple of days too long.
"I don't want to throw the schedule off, things are.. well balanced. Now that Neal's back. Neal and Henry love you too. I know they do. They need nights with you as much as I do. I think maybe we all fell back into habit when he came back.." It was a good thing. And a complex thing.