[ he knows robert is pretty focused and he can't help but find it so fucking cute. even the little huffing and puffing is so cute, it has craig burying his face in his neck just to take in more of that smokey caramel smell he finds so endearing-- he needs to stop. he's so close to just pressing a kiss to his shoulder and the tiny show of strength robert's putting on is a real turn on and --
no, he needs to stop for real before he gets a semi and the dover ghost really gets them.
every once in a while, he noses robert's neck as thanks because he figures robert's not really in the talking mood when he's trying not to get them killed. this plan was a real damn failure and he's 99% sure that whenever craig asks robert to go on a morning run with him now, he'll bring this up as his one and done so that's out of future plans too. damn.
it's not long before they get to robert's truck - thank god - and he's very, very tenderly placed into the passenger seat. craig's heart is doing fucking flips at this point because jesus christ, he wants to take him home so fucking bad - stop. it. craig. cahn.
he waits until robert catches his breath once they're both safely in his car, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. he should still ask today, right? right. he probably should. even when robert starts driving - for real, fuck the dover ghost - he feels like he should. but robert might be pissed that he did all this to ask something like that and now he's had to carry his sorry ass back and - ]
Again uh. Thanks. For saving me. I promise I had some real shit set up and I just wanted it to be nice and instead, you ended up having to carry me back and, you know, I'm really sorry about how that all went down and-
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no, he needs to stop for real before he gets a semi and the dover ghost really gets them.
every once in a while, he noses robert's neck as thanks because he figures robert's not really in the talking mood when he's trying not to get them killed. this plan was a real damn failure and he's 99% sure that whenever craig asks robert to go on a morning run with him now, he'll bring this up as his one and done so that's out of future plans too. damn.
it's not long before they get to robert's truck - thank god - and he's very, very tenderly placed into the passenger seat. craig's heart is doing fucking flips at this point because jesus christ, he wants to take him home so fucking bad - stop. it. craig. cahn.
he waits until robert catches his breath once they're both safely in his car, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. he should still ask today, right? right. he probably should. even when robert starts driving - for real, fuck the dover ghost - he feels like he should. but robert might be pissed that he did all this to ask something like that and now he's had to carry his sorry ass back and - ]
Again uh. Thanks. For saving me. I promise I had some real shit set up and I just wanted it to be nice and instead, you ended up having to carry me back and, you know, I'm really sorry about how that all went down and-
[ is he rambling? yes, he is. ]