"my head hurts," josh told tyler a week later, his son asleep on his chest as tyler walked in the living room.
"i'll make you some coffee, then," tyler smiled softly, sleep still hanging onto him.
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death bed 🧷 joshler
Fanfictionjoshua is dying; what now? finished. i wrote this when i was literally 13 please take this dumb idea with a grain of salt
