[Their meal is the only thing keeping the alien from becoming even more adamant in his affections; it's hard to turn himself towards Carlisle fully without the bread in his lap tumbling into the grass. That's alright, though--he's content to sit here and enjoy the affection from his partner, the careful, considerate stroking along old injuries a familiar comfort. After basking in that for a little bit, he does press back against the clergyman's forehead, then tilts his head down so that he can give him a proper nuzzle, chuffing out a happy breath as he does so.]
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Date: 2017-02-11 01:10 am (UTC)