“I just thought…” Mico bit his lip. “Aren’t confessions more?”
Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Having a clandestine meeting to confess our feelings during a pandemic isn’t enough for you, Mico?”
Following right from the last episode, this feels like something that happened.
“Baby Yoda,” he said to the little plushie and nodded to himself. And then frowned again because there shouldn’t have been Baby Yoda with him in bed, at least not alone, there should have been Baby Yoda and Mico. He propped himself up on one elbow, looked around his bedroom, and there he was: Sitting in front of his laptop on the floor, with a button-down and a tie, headphones in, and making notes.
An early morning of soft boyfriends.
