Tyler, dressed only in his slacks as he looked for his shirt for the day, blinked, and smiled softly. The ginger fox walked over, and sat on the edge of their bed.
"C'mere." he said simply, patting his lap and offering Crev one of his hands.
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"The truth is of course that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time." -David Bowie
~Goodnight, sweet prince.~
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