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I sat down and leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, firmly but not tightly. His was to make that "aw" face that people make when they see something they find so cute their brain can't comprehend it. "Right now, some Bojack Horseman, but me and my friends are going to start watching Stranger Things tonight." He read my expression correctly and smiled sheepishly.
He was taller and bigger than me, so I was wrapped up in his arms. He was extremely normal in appearance: brown hair, green eyes, short hair and beard. I tended to like the normal ones better than the wild cards.
He held me for a minute or so before pulling back and ruffling my hair. "I was planning on watching Netflix tonight, bring over some friends." The fact that he was okay with his friends seeing me meant he was either not self-conscious at all or had done this type of thing before.
"That's fine by me, sir." "You cut that 'sir' business out right now, Tristan.
My name is Ian." "Sorry, Ian." He led me to the den where his Netflix was already queued up.
I'd be preoccupied with doing my job the whole time it would be playing. " Ian adjusted me so that I was facing him, and with a little red forming in his cheeks, tapped my lips with his. Later Ian laid on the couch and I was tucked in his arms.