[The only reason he can think of that would get him to leave is if she decided to force him out. And it's not like she'd be able to shove him out of her room, whether with one leg or two legs. Everything else they might come up against, he's reasonably confident that he could tough out. So, gun.]
Damn it.
[Muttered into her hair as he curls around her in return.]
no subject
Damn it.
[Muttered into her hair as he curls around her in return.]
Rather y'tased me.
[Just. Saying.]