[And so Ayer's face is set aflame once again. It makes him wonder just how easily that sort of reaction is drawn from this person before him, and how honored he should feel to have experienced so much of it in just this one day. Louis' cheeks too tint pink to match, a quiet laugh on his breath when the other swats at him.
Just who allowed this person to be so endearing...? Every single thing he does only sparks joy, and makes Louis' heart throb like it's become too full and is trying to grow three sizes bigger just to accommodate. Even the names he's calling him—that's already the second time within the hour, probably—have no barbs on them, and Louis can only accept it smilingly, because this is a kind of idiocy he can't seem to mind having.]
Do you want me to stay or not?
[It's said on a sigh, but an affectionate one. And it's mostly rhetorical, but... he has a feeling he knows the answer, anyway.]
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Just who allowed this person to be so endearing...? Every single thing he does only sparks joy, and makes Louis' heart throb like it's become too full and is trying to grow three sizes bigger just to accommodate. Even the names he's calling him—that's already the second time within the hour, probably—have no barbs on them, and Louis can only accept it smilingly, because this is a kind of idiocy he can't seem to mind having.]
Do you want me to stay or not?
[It's said on a sigh, but an affectionate one. And it's mostly rhetorical, but... he has a feeling he knows the answer, anyway.]