(Or Alistair could be the shirtless one. Did he ever think of that?)
The bacon is doing what bacon does; it'll be a moment yet before he has to turn it. With that in mind, Cullen drapes himself over Alistair's back as best he can, chin resting on Alistair's shoulder.
He's still holding on to the tea, of course.
And murmurs: "Either no guests from now on, or a larger house."
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The bacon is doing what bacon does; it'll be a moment yet before he has to turn it. With that in mind, Cullen drapes himself over Alistair's back as best he can, chin resting on Alistair's shoulder.
He's still holding on to the tea, of course.
And murmurs: "Either no guests from now on, or a larger house."