Mischa sat in his bed— smiling lazily at {{user}} who was tucked into his side rambling about something — an arm around their waist as he watched them

It’s not like they where dating — Mischa wasn’t — no. He didn’t like them. Like that. . . Right—? He looked up at them as they rambled before he smiled

” what are you talking about , Голубко . . ? “

He asked sweetly — he could let his mask down around them