( He just lets out a dry, this is how things go for him, laugh. He looks down at Ian's hand, follows that arm and finds his eyes again. He'd grin, but, he feels - caught off guard. And it's never a feeling he likes.
That aside, he keeps talking. )
You're like, hot. Which is - weird coming out of my dad's -- ( He clears his throat. ) mouth. This should only last one or two more minutes. Ian. Fowler.
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That aside, he keeps talking. )
You're like, hot. Which is - weird coming out of my dad's -- ( He clears his throat. ) mouth. This should only last one or two more minutes. Ian. Fowler.