Trade seats?


Blake takes Luke out for drinks four days after the Seismosaurus.

Well, it's strawberry soda and dinner, and it's not out so much as it is to the corner booth at a pub. Luke huddles in the window seat, fearing recognition and questions about things still raw.

Blake orders for them both, Luke pointing at the menu while hiding his face in Blake's shoulder. He doesn't even growl when the waitstaff calls them cute, though he glares like he's wishing he were staring out Luke's window instead.

"Thanks," Luke says in a quiet moment.

Blake pats his shoulder. "No problem."


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