TONGUES, ALWAYS PRESSED TO YOUR CHEEKS — private

He sighed, soon looking down at him again. He slowly started to try and move out of his grip.

He frowned, watching him. He sighed, giving his arms a soft squeeze before gently prying them away from him. He had a job interview and he couldn't be late for that. He managed to move his arms away, standing up. He then grabbed a pillow, placing it near Stephen's arms so he could cuddle with that instead. He then moved into his bedroom, getting showered and changed before leaving the house to go to his job interview.

He arrived back at the house about two hours later. He was trembling slightly, though he didn't even seem to notice. He entered the house and looked around.

He blinked, soon movibgniber back upstairs. He spotted Stephen. He looked at him, slowly moving into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his back.

He froze when Stephen began shifting. He watched him silently, moving his hand away.

"Morning sir." He said. He slowly stood up."...Sorry did I wake you?" He asked.

He nodded. "Alright." he said. "...I went to a job interview two hours ago. They said I was in, so...I start in two days." he said.

He blinked. "...Not sure if great is the word I would use." he said. "...I'm only doing this so I can help pay around here and start saving up for my own place again." he said.

He looked down at him with slight shock. He actually called him by his name for once? "...What happened to kid?" he asked with a faint smile.

He nodded, looking ahead. "...Stephen? Can I ask you something?" he asked.

Danny looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He glanced away. "Never mind." He said. He stood p from the bed.