He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and then leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against his cheek.
"I think..." he says, quietly, voice hoarse. "That you need to come home with me. And I don't care if I end up sleeping on my own bedroom floor, Catnip. As long as you're near."
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"I think..." he says, quietly, voice hoarse. "That you need to come home with me. And I don't care if I end up sleeping on my own bedroom floor, Catnip. As long as you're near."