"Grey is an absolute gentleman who knows how to treat me right both in and out of bed," Midnight reassures him, smiling warm and sweet. "I'm happy. Happier now that you're back."
Midnight's always been vocally appreciative of his friends and family, and that hasn't lessened any over the years.
He leans to one side of Arie's chest so he can turn a bit and watch his brother's face, searching and smiling still as he asks, "How about you? How's the rock star life? Everything you wanted it to be?"
"In and out of bed, gosh," Arie teases, predictably. "What a good man. I'm so glad to hear you're satisfied."
He laughs as he reaches up to poke Midnight's cute nose. Grey would have had a whole host of problems if he weren't keeping their baby happy and content with his life.
"It's great," he says a bit hesitantly. "I mean, I like performing and all that. Sometimes I miss home a lot and it's pretty lonely, you know." He nods, then lets a grin spread across his lips. "But it's still pretty sweet. Seeing people like the music I write. Isn't that what it is about?"
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"I'm not too exhausted to hang out with my brothers," he says with a huff. "Just try and hold me back."
Then he leans back to look at Midnight, studies him for a moment. "You look good. How's the big boy treating you? You've been happy?"
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"Grey is an absolute gentleman who knows how to treat me right both in and out of bed," Midnight reassures him, smiling warm and sweet. "I'm happy. Happier now that you're back."
Midnight's always been vocally appreciative of his friends and family, and that hasn't lessened any over the years.
He leans to one side of Arie's chest so he can turn a bit and watch his brother's face, searching and smiling still as he asks, "How about you? How's the rock star life? Everything you wanted it to be?"
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He laughs as he reaches up to poke Midnight's cute nose. Grey would have had a whole host of problems if he weren't keeping their baby happy and content with his life.
"It's great," he says a bit hesitantly. "I mean, I like performing and all that. Sometimes I miss home a lot and it's pretty lonely, you know." He nods, then lets a grin spread across his lips. "But it's still pretty sweet. Seeing people like the music I write. Isn't that what it is about?"
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Midnight's smile grows, proud and understanding at once as he admits, "Yeah... I get that."
It's why he enjoys sharing his art both on canvas and skin.
"All right, artists," Ulysse announces as he returns with the tequila and shot glasses. "Indulge your non-creative brother with a drink."
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Then he leans his cheek against Midnight's shoulder, squeezing him with his arm around the man's back as he reaches for one of those shot glasses.
"It's good to be home," he says and lifts the glass, looking Ulysse straight in the eyes, smiling warmly. "It's damn good to be home."