[ max is just at the start of a vague, slightly high pitched, whine, when the pressing and pushing and trying to shake him out of his sleep coma because hands underneath his shirt, max's stomach reflexively jerking to tense up, because icy fingers is a sure fire way to get him awake, but...
no cold. just warm, so much warmth, a kind of warmth tristan's hands haven't had in a long time, and max's eyes blink sluggishly open, tugging his shirt up to look at the hands on his skin. ]
Holy shit. [ he mumbles, blinking rapidly a few more times, to make sure he actually is awake, and not imagining thing. ] Holy shit, Tris!
[ the last line exclaimed as he glances over to his friend, a second or so before lurching up to tackle him, shoving his own hands under tristan's clothes to splay over his chest and soak up that warmth emitting from a newly recharged magical core. ] It's back! Tris!
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no cold. just warm, so much warmth, a kind of warmth tristan's hands haven't had in a long time, and max's eyes blink sluggishly open, tugging his shirt up to look at the hands on his skin. ]
Holy shit. [ he mumbles, blinking rapidly a few more times, to make sure he actually is awake, and not imagining thing. ] Holy shit, Tris!
[ the last line exclaimed as he glances over to his friend, a second or so before lurching up to tackle him, shoving his own hands under tristan's clothes to splay over his chest and soak up that warmth emitting from a newly recharged magical core. ] It's back! Tris!