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[threedontknows]

That's better. Huaisang twists until he's able to wrap himself around Aaron like a human blanket, very much happy to play the role of spoiled brat.

"The mood," he repeats quietly. "And what mood is that?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I don't know. Chill?" he laughs. "That song's about - uh - about a guy being in love with a girl who isn't in love with him anymore. Doesn't seem right."

[threedontknows]

Now that Aaron explains it, he's absolutely right. A song like that wouldn't fit the mood at all.

He lays his head against his chest. "What sort of song would you pick instead?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I dunno," he laughs. "Nothing that Pearl Jam makes. Lots of their stuff is real sad. Or about fucked up families."

[threedontknows]

“I like the singer’s voice. It’s unusual.”

He closes his eyes a little, enjoying the way they fit together on this small bed.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"His name's Eddie Vedder," he mutters, holding him close. "We can listen to 'em more later."

He is not going to let him go.

[threedontknows]

“After we sleep,” he exhales, trying not to outright purr at being held like this.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, sure."

And he reaches over, flipping out the light before he settles in to sleep.