Their new favourite place to relax together was Abel's apartment. Austin would bring his laptop and phone, and Abel would work silently beside him. As fall became winter, they became even closer. Soon, it would be a rare occurrence if they weren't curled beneath a blanket, each with a cup of hot chocolate.
"I have a personal question for you."
Abel glanced up from his laptop. His thick glasses were hanging off the bridge of his nose; he was too tired for contacts today.
"Why don't you wear any girl clothes when you're at home? You're in the privacy of your own four walls."
Abel flushed slightly. "I thought you would find it weird..."
Austin shook his head. "You look good as either gender. I was just curious."
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
