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MHA #8, Saturday morning
Last night had been good. There had been dancing with two of his favorite people. Travis had asked him to visit Seattle. And then he'd brought one of those favorite people home with him for the night.
He'd expected to wake up with Travis. But when he woke up he was not holding on to Travis. He was not being held by Travis. He made a disgruntled little noise and opened his eye and didn't see Travis.
Well. He did. But his mind hadn't caught up yet that the small person on the other side of the bed was, in fact, Travis. At the moment his only thought was that he needed to get out of the bed without waking up the child who miraculously hadn't woken up yet even after the startled little yelp Stark had let out.
Whether tiny Travis would remain asleep after Stark half fell off the bed trying to remove himself from it quietly remained to be seen. The outlook seemed poor though.
[Expecting the one weetiny, obviously, but who is going to stop any others from knocking on a door, especially if there's breakfast being cooked at some point?]
He'd expected to wake up with Travis. But when he woke up he was not holding on to Travis. He was not being held by Travis. He made a disgruntled little noise and opened his eye and didn't see Travis.
Well. He did. But his mind hadn't caught up yet that the small person on the other side of the bed was, in fact, Travis. At the moment his only thought was that he needed to get out of the bed without waking up the child who miraculously hadn't woken up yet even after the startled little yelp Stark had let out.
Whether tiny Travis would remain asleep after Stark half fell off the bed trying to remove himself from it quietly remained to be seen. The outlook seemed poor though.
[Expecting the one weetiny, obviously, but who is going to stop any others from knocking on a door, especially if there's breakfast being cooked at some point?]
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