#cortspar

The sun streaming in through the window wakes Spar up. Groaning in protest, he tries to block it out by shoving his face into his pillow. Cort snickers. Tugging Spar with the arm he already had slung over Spar’s waist, he pulls Spar to face him instead of the window.

“Regretting coming to visit Concord Dawn?” Cort asks as Spar shoves his face into Cort’s chest.

“Regretting staying with an utreekov that doesn’t own curtains.”

Cort’s laughter shakes his chest. Spar bites him in retaliation and Cort laughs harder. “If you feel that strongly about it we can go into town and buy some.”