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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

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[theotherright]

It's comforting. The tone, the shoulder bump, all of it. Honest to god comforting.

"That sounds good."

Arthur's need for that comfort overwhelms his feeling of guilt at accepting it, and now he leans the inches sideways onto Crichton's shoulder, and he searches for Crichton's hand again with his own.

[ss_buttcrack]

"Good." There's a smile in his voice Arthur can't miss. Crichton leans into the touch, letting his head bump into place against Arthur's while their hands intertwine. This is nice. He wouldn't mind staying this way for a while.