[The duster almost makes it over the desk chair int he corner but slides to the floor after clinging for a moment. John looks at the puddle of ridiculous black leather.] Do make yourself at home. [It's like a bird leaving it's plumage all over the place.]
[He toed off his shoes by the closet, taking the socks with them, and came up behind Harry. In his bare feet on the deep carpet, his steps were even more quiet than usual. John smiled, meeting Harry's gaze over his shoulder and steps in to rest his hands on those narrow hips.]
Not drown, no. [It is conspicuously large. John often sticks to maybe a fourth of the damn thing, nearest to the door.]
[He's definitely planning on saying something more, but finds a spot where Harry's shirt has ridden up just a little bit over his pants. It's a sliver of skin and John can only press his thumb into the space, but it's distracting.]
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[He toed off his shoes by the closet, taking the socks with them, and came up behind Harry. In his bare feet on the deep carpet, his steps were even more quiet than usual. John smiled, meeting Harry's gaze over his shoulder and steps in to rest his hands on those narrow hips.]
Not drown, no. [It is conspicuously large. John often sticks to maybe a fourth of the damn thing, nearest to the door.]
[He's definitely planning on saying something more, but finds a spot where Harry's shirt has ridden up just a little bit over his pants. It's a sliver of skin and John can only press his thumb into the space, but it's distracting.]