[ he fights the urge to say he doesn't deserve this, again, if for no other reason than because he already knows that chris disagrees, and that kind of cycle just isn't especially helpful. instead he just leans up, presses his lips to chris' cheek, lingers there a moment. or two, or three. ]
You're a good guy. Great, actually.
[ he's still there when he murmurs the response, though he nods after a brief pause, and this time nick's arms slide around chris' neck, fingers latched around his arms above the elbows. it's weak, but genuine, when the corner of his mouth quirks up into something like a smile. ]
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You're a good guy. Great, actually.
[ he's still there when he murmurs the response, though he nods after a brief pause, and this time nick's arms slide around chris' neck, fingers latched around his arms above the elbows. it's weak, but genuine, when the corner of his mouth quirks up into something like a smile. ]
Will this do?