Orlando stopped playing with Josh's hair long enough to stare down at Josh. "What?" "The little things." Josh shifted his head, currently resting on Orlando's lap, and folded his hands over his chest. "Y'know, favorite song that makes you think of a special moment, favorite childhood memory, comfort food, that sort of thing." "Mashed potatoes." "That's your comfort food?" "Well, it's not my favorite song," Orlando chuckled. "You're so insufferable sometimes." Orlando made a show of clutching his chest. "That hurts, man." "Yeah, yeah." Josh snuggled back on Orlando's lap. "You're a lousy actor, you know that?" "Alright, now I'm really hurt." "Are you pouting?" "No," Orlando lied. "Aw." Josh pulled one of Orlando's hands to his, kissed the knuckles. "You know I didn't mean it." "Now you're being condescending." But Orlando went back to playing with Josh's hair. "Only a little bit." "So, is this one of the little things you were talking about?" "Might be," Josh smiled, eyes closed. "Glad to be of help." "You're more'n that and you know it." "Glad to hear that, too." Josh opened his eyes long enough to smile up at Orlando. "Best gamble I ever took, y'know?" Orlando's answering smile was just as soft. "Now that's the right answer."
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