[Louis is perfectly content to deny that opportunity, and even if he had wanted to leave—which he doesn't—there wasn't a chance he could bring himself to move Ayer when he's tucked against his side like this. He shows no signs of moving, which should be answer enough that this is what he wants to do. For all of Ayer's huffing and frustrated chides in the form of mock-violence, Louis can tell by now that it's just another way the younger man's affection manifests. It's flustered and confused and terribly, terribly cute.
Louis bites down on his grin before it can spread, and instead lifts his hand to rest on Ayer's head comfortingly... then gently ruffles those soft brown locks. This should be fine, he thinks. Rather than exploring more of the world outside, he can spend his time inside exploring more of this newfound bond. His venturing is patient and careful, but he feels no fear for what he might find.]
You know so much about me, already... but won't you tell me about yourself?
[His voice is low, and mild, like he's ready to stay awhile longer. Louis would not begrudge the other if he denied this invitation, but he does hope, after all, that he would indulge his curious mind.]
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Louis bites down on his grin before it can spread, and instead lifts his hand to rest on Ayer's head comfortingly... then gently ruffles those soft brown locks. This should be fine, he thinks. Rather than exploring more of the world outside, he can spend his time inside exploring more of this newfound bond. His venturing is patient and careful, but he feels no fear for what he might find.]
You know so much about me, already... but won't you tell me about yourself?
[His voice is low, and mild, like he's ready to stay awhile longer. Louis would not begrudge the other if he denied this invitation, but he does hope, after all, that he would indulge his curious mind.]