Christ, how could I forget about the Godzilla onesie... that was. An experience.

[ He draws his finger down to gently scrape down the stubble of Max's cheek, the soft rasp of it echoing privately between the two of them. He hums slowly into the kiss, melting into the tight embrace and smiling. It's moments when he's being laved over with affections that remind him of why he'd choose any of them over anyone else. ]

If there's one Snickers bar, it's gonna be mine. End of the fight. Don't bring food into this.