“I thought I was high. Still think I am.” But he's not complaining. Tugs him on his bed in his dorm room.

Missing his moose hours.

Cries to himself.

Hums and lets his hooded eyes drag over that pretty face, a lazy smile on. “Hey. Very assuring to know that I still look good.”

Props himself up by his elbows and grins, closing the gap between their faces until only a few inches remain. “Tully genes, but you know that.” Licks at that thumb.

“Hey, dolls. Did I miss anything?”

With the loving consent of his moose. Also wakanda kink is this, Hornwood.

“I'm definitely digging the aesthetic.” Lazy grin. “Just might!”

“I'm cooler you.” Winks, a teasing edge to his grin now. “But you ain't doing so bad, old man.”

Rolls eyes fondly and kisses his stuffed cheek. “I can't ignore you but fine.”

Smirks. “I'd like to see you kiss him.”

Eyes widen a fraction. “Really?”

“Yes? YES.” Scurries off to find his older self.

Tugs at Robb Stark's sleeve. “I have a favor to ask.”

In Robb's hands once he's the one watching the show.

Oh how the turntables.

NOT THIS TABLE.

Pouts and hums. He can still say no.

Beaming now!! Cool.

Oh, that kiss.