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

“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.

"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.

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

"Yeah, sure."

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