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Ransom collapsed onto the couch, letting out indecipherable yet annoyed mumbles about his family again. I chuckled and knelt down beside him.
"You alright, Rans?"
A muffled no emanated from the cushions.
"Any way I can help you?"
His arm reached out, however awkwardly, to grab at me. He caught my thigh and tried pulling me closer. I gave in and sat down beside him on the couch, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me over so he could move over top of me and bury his face in my stomach.
I gently rest my hands on his back, one toying at the hairs on the back of his neck and the other rubbing his shoulders.
He sighed and relaxed into me, his arms hugging onto my hips tightly and rubbing circles in them as he rested between my legs.
"You wanna talk about it?"
He shrugged.
"I'm sorry they're making you be a part of their problems." I said. I knew exactly what was bothering him: his parents divorce, which they'd drug him into.
"I wish they'd just eat shit and die already." Ransom grumbled.
"Give it time."
Ransom smiled and let out a short laugh, turning slightly so he could look up at me. "Y'know, most people find death threats concerning."
I smiled sweetly at him and brought my hand up to caress his cheek. "Oh, love, you're all bark and no bite. You couldn't kill someone if you tried."
Ransom pouted, lightly smacking my hip. "I could! I could kill loads of people!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And let me guess, your family is the first on the list."
"Mhm!" He nodded proudly, beaming.
I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair, his eyes contentedly shut as he leaned into my hand. "What am I gonna do with you, Ransom?"
"Mmm–love me?" He opened one eye and smirked devilishly.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me, standing up and turning to him.
"If you want me to love you…" I fought back a laugh at his pouting. "Then you better earn it."
"Fuck that-!"
He jumped to his feet, throwing himself into my arms.
"Shit! Ransom!" I yelped as he almost took me down with him, transferring all his weight onto me.
I awkwardly hooked an arm under his legs and another around his waist, picking him up bridal style. His smile returned and he kissed my cheek.
"I love you." He said.
"You're an ass, Rans."
"I know." He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me again. "Now, take me to bed."
I chuckled and started walking. "I don't know if you deserve that, you spoiled little–"
"Your spoiled–"
"I don't claim you. Not anymore."
He whined sadly, and very dramatically. "Not nice."
I finally reached our room, where I dropped him on the bed. He pulled me down with him, dragging me down so he could yet again bury himself in my chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and his legs tangled with mine.
He yawned and rubbed at his eyes with his sweater paws before returning his hand to my back.
"Stay with me?" He asked quietly.
"Of course, love." I kissed the top of his head and felt him smile against my chest.
"I love you, darling." He mumbled.
"I love you, too, Rans."