Charles Lee could be.. a little clingy. Especially with his lover, Aaron Burr.

Despite the coward’s fairly rude attitude nagging to everyone including Aaron that he wasn’t clingy at all, (..and supposedly wore the pants in the relationship,) is fairly the opposite as Aaron knows. Aaron has.. lost count at this fucking point.

Such as like.. uh, now. Aaron was just getting ready after waking up. He put on his boots properly, his clothing and coat, with a quiet sigh. “Lee, I’m gonna head ou—“ He got startled feeling Charles hug him from behind. Pretty much clinging on Aaron.

“..Lee, I got to work.” Aaron said, but Charles just refused to let go, and perhaps clung onto him tighter, from behind, his arms wrapped around Aaron’s torso. He swore he heard Charles mutter, ‘..just tell them tomorrow you were sick..’ Despite it being fairly muffled and more so like a mumble under his breath. Aaron sighed, tired of the tactics.

There was no way. Absolutely no way was Charles Lee doing this for a second day in a row. Aaron knew he was not going to win this. He already knew that much.

The hell was Aaron gonna do with this man.