#fleursetrevolution

“I wouldn’t expect any less.” He murmurs, although there’s a fond smile making its way to his lips as he rolls over onto his side. It’s a lazy afternoon where for once neither of them has anything important to do, and they can lay in bed until what would otherwise be a ridiculously late hour. He huffs out a quiet laugh, reaching up to trail his fingertips over the other’s cheek as he adds. “Besides, I don’t know what I’d do it you weren’t yourself.”

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“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He assured the other after a moment, reaching up to brush his thumb over Jehan’s cheek with a soft smile. “Promise.”

“Jehan...Jehan, come on, just talk to me.” He murmured gently, although there was an obvious note of frustration to his voice. He knew he was pushing, and normally he wouldn’t but he wanted to make sure he was okay, damn it, and he was started to get a little frustrated when nothing he tried was working. He let out a quiet huff, throwing himself back down onto the couch and folding his arms over his chest. “I just want to help you, why’re you being like this?”

[text: jehan] i’m fine, okay? 

Bahorel raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to be a body guard or something?”

“Okay, well you can sleep in my bed. I’ll stay with you. Also, what’d you take?”

Bahorel didn’t much like the customer insulting the small man at the counter. “Fuck- one day out of prison and I already got to go back for killing a bitch.” he said loudly, flipping the table. When the customer ran away screaming, he turned to the man behind the counter. “Sorry, I can clean that up.”