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39 pages, ebook
First published December 13, 2013
Louis' sort of staring at his hands, though, and Harry likes that. He cracks his knuckles and laughs when Louis blurts, "Christ, your hands are two canoes."
"It's what got me this job," he says.
Louis' eyes snap to his face. "You wanked your boss off?"
Good, it's very good Louis' already associating his hands with the art of the penis. "No. I can carry a lot of things."
It's very charming that Louis can smirk at him mercilessly while still obviously stressed out. No, it's not charming. It's the other thing. Infuriating.
"Nah, I just followed the sound of separation anxiety."
Harry remembers to pull on some shorts, so that he wouldn't faint in front of a burglar completely starkers. He then finds a pretty piece of cloth and wraps it around his forehead, just because. Alright, he thinks he's ready to fashionably meet his end.