Rooney was leaving for York in a day and Thoreau was not feeling good about it. He was trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he
hated the idea. Rooney probably knew anyway, especially because Thoreau was being so clingy, but they had phones and Skype and maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Maybe things would be perfectly fine and Thoreau would start culinary school close to Rooney soon.
Currently, Thoreau was watching Rooney sleep. It was only a little creepy. He leaned down and kissed at his neck, sliding a hand up Rooney's chest. "Wake up, Roo. I made you breakfast."
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