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Lester Sheehan ([personal profile] heyboss) wrote2023-04-21 04:31 am

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lestercraft: so you can only imagine the stress I'm under (I'm very small and I have no money)

[personal profile] lestercraft 2024-01-21 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a soft chuckle, his hand turning to take Sheehan's in a light squeeze. "I'll have to take your word for it."

And, on impulse more than active thought, he leans forward a little so he can lift Sheehan's hand to press a quiet kiss to his knuckles.
lestercraft: (tsun tsun)

[personal profile] lestercraft 2024-01-21 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
And Arthur laughs, slightly breathless despite himself.

"That's true- I'm already being a horrible distraction to your work. I should probably take my leave before you're overwhelmed by the very thought, doctor."
lestercraft: (Oh come on)

[personal profile] lestercraft 2024-01-22 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
He takes his hand back so he can rub his face down; it doesn't brush away the pink in his cheeks any more than it did for Sheehan, but with something to focus on besides the contact making his heart flutter he can breathe again and settle some of it back down.

"I'll leave my door unlocked for you, in that case," he hums, with a brief, wide smile, the kind that always leaves him looking a little younger, as he stands with his cane. At least the way out is easier than in. "Enjoy your work, doctor."

Said as a genuine, fond parting, as he closes the door behind him as he goes.