Hm? [Oh. Words. Yes, those.] Tea, yeah. [That requires moving. He finally tears his eyes away to grab for his dry tshirt and pulls it on. With a last lingering look, he heads for the door.]
Be quick about it. [Have a cuddle on the couch with tea, please. Nate heads out to get his tea and get comfortable...and try to ignore the way he's becoming increasingly turned on.]
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Be quick about it. [Have a cuddle on the couch with tea, please. Nate heads out to get his tea and get comfortable...and try to ignore the way he's becoming increasingly turned on.]