[ he pushes his own glasses out the way, letting them sit on top of his head. mostly because it's hard to kiss someone properly when your glasses keep smashing together, but he's cool. cool even as he retracts his hand, uses it to lace back with jake's and pull him up off the chair and towards the bed. more space, more room, less chance of toppling sideways over the arms of his seat. ] Jake.
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