I don't know

toff et julie: well, mack wraps his arms around will from behind and gently buries his nose in the nape of his neck while will cooks them dinner. they slow dance to 80s synth pop in the refrigerator light after they finish doing the dishes. mack doesn’t have to look up from where he’s shaving in the mirror to hand will a towel when he steps out of the shower behind him, will doesn’t have to ask. they brush their teeth side by side, shoulders bumping, making faces at each other in the glass just to hear the other laugh. they giggle and roll around in the fresh sheets they just wrestled onto the bed together, and mack falls asleep to the thump thump thump of will’s heartbeat under his ear. they wake up in the mornings with their limbs tangled and their breath fanning across each other’s faces. the air in the room is cold but they keep each other warm.

cat: uh. so

toff: dickie is kind of like my controversially young boy toy

cat: