“Nope.” Hal refused to be swayed by cuteness today. Absolutely refused. He was not going to budge –
Another nudge of Flint’s head against his shoulder and he could feel himself cave. It was like dealing with an overgrown cat – or worse, a very big toddler. Irritated with himself for being amused by the damn antics, he shifted just as Flint leaned in to try and get him again, looping an arm around his neck and hauling him in to knuckle the top of his head and fuss ginger locks into a nest so disastrous not even a seagull would love it.
“Alright you little shit,” He grumbled, “Fine,” He was going to regret this, “I’ll talk to Tabers for you – but no promises.” The captain was about as stubborn as this bratty redhead – though Hal had a feeling Tabers was going to meet his match in this boy yet. Heavens knew he was already done in by the little bastard!
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