Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-28412230-20170326183023

''He warmly smiled, wrapping his skinny arms around his lover briefly before his face was plastered by pecks on the cheeks. Noticing that he was fussing about him all week, Harvard chuckled softly, placing a hand on one of his, his smile still there.''

"I'm alright," he began, putting the medicine capsule in one of his jean pockets, fiddling with the collar of a blue knitted sweater, which was made by one of the standby nurses, "And I slept... Okay, I guess. But, hey, beggers can't be choosers."