Patrick lets the wrench fall into his waiting palm, his smile playfully growing as David starts to walk his fingers up his arm. "Tomorrow," he echoes, like he intends to consider it, but then he grins and nods. "I think we can make tomorrow work."
He sets it aside so he can wrap his arms around David's waist. "And until tomorrow, where do you want to get cozy?" he whispers.
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Date: 2020-01-22 12:15 pm (UTC)He sets it aside so he can wrap his arms around David's waist. "And until tomorrow, where do you want to get cozy?" he whispers.