Glitch blinked, then nodded as all his frantic plans evaporated in favor of that simple request.
"I can manage that," he promised. It was all he needed too, to dispel the isolation the aliens had woven into his life while they'd taken her away. He kissed her brow and guided her toward the plush sofa, toed off his boots, and settled down, arms spread, with plenty of room for her to curl up with/beside/on him.
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"I can manage that," he promised. It was all he needed too, to dispel the isolation the aliens had woven into his life while they'd taken her away. He kissed her brow and guided her toward the plush sofa, toed off his boots, and settled down, arms spread, with plenty of room for her to curl up with/beside/on him.
"See? Managed."