[ Hank keeps touching him, dragging his hands up his stomach and chest. He loves him. He loves this. It's practically bursting from him, this joy he feels just standing here.
Well, except he'd sooner choke than say it out loud, apparently. ]
I'm the luckiest werewolf in the whole damn world.
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[ Hank keeps touching him, dragging his hands up his stomach and chest. He loves him. He loves this. It's practically bursting from him, this joy he feels just standing here.
Well, except he'd sooner choke than say it out loud, apparently. ]
I'm the luckiest werewolf in the whole damn world.