every waking minute I'm tormented by my fucked up brain

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"Speech!"
One minute he wasn't there, the next minute he was wrapped around him and pulling him close. Grim lightly smiled, the familiar warmth filling his chest as Malachai wrapped around him. He could tell that he was tense though, so his smile didn't last long. Besides, he wasn't sure if he wanted Malachai to know exactly how much he enjoyed this. He wasn't even sure if he even knew how much he did. The man followed the embrace with short words, causing him to frown in the same moment he was smiling. Shifting underneath the man's arm, Grimshaw rolled to face him and pressed himself close as if his neediness would somehow tempt Malachai into talking for a bit, or at least listening.

"Okay, but can I tell you something quick first?" He asked softly, tucking his forehead up underneath the man's chin and nuzzling into his throat. He might not be having a nightmare at the moment, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't his favorite position. He understood that Malachai wanted to sleep, and really he did too... but he was leaving suddenly in the morning and awkwardly wanted to tell him, if not invite him along which he couldn't get out of his mind. He hoped that he would at least listen, then they could both peacefully fall asleep together.

every second i'm without you i'm a mess