gunsandgusto:

> You know that expression all too well, because it’s one you find yourself making more often than not in most of your interactions; and you know the feeling that comes along with it, too, which gives you all the reason you need to step off the transportalizer pad and shuffle toward him to give him the biggest hug you can, as quietly as you can. Don’t want to wake Dirk or the elusive brother.

“Arley.” It’s a greeting nonetheless.

Scooped up into the hug, Arley let out a deep breath and wrapped his arms around the other boy in kind, burying his face in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to come over, it’s late and you want to sleep. I’m sorry.” The poor thing was just so up in arms over Dirk and how bizarre he was it was putting all his stupid emotions into overdrive. It was evident as he slumped against Jake, rocking back slowly onto his feet (he’d stood on his tip-toes for maximum huggage) and just sort-of. Being dead on his feet.