you and your boyfriend, conan gray, both work together as singers. the day that you two decide to finally collab, both of your teams decide to schedule a meeting, so they discuss while you two sit outside, bored.

conan lays his head on your lap, and the rest of his body leaning onto another chair. he looks up at you with a soft grin as you count his freckles.

“so? how many do i have, love?”

conan hums, pointing a finger to his freckles.