#Chapter54
/"Boop-beep-bop./" Limbs spiralling out of control, and a stray giggle or two sounding, Lucien's robot dance had the corners of Angel's mouth tugging up. /"Beepity-bop-boop./"
As he watched the odd little dance, drinking in the sight of his man, a soothing burn settled within his breastbone. And the crazy thing was that it was something that was happening all the time. The insignificant and the missable, or the big things, there was no line dividing them— All of those little things crushed together, creating a collage of ever growing fondness.
