2) for karl!
2. “You know you don’t have to ask for a hug. Come here, sweetheart.”
Despite the shy look on your face, Karl favors you with an easy grin. He sets his cigar down in the ashtray and pats his lap.
“Can’t believe after everything we’ve been through you’re still asking permission.” He shakes his head, and as you sit down on his lap he pulls you into a firm squeeze. The folds of his coat envelope you and you can feel the stubble of his cheek rubbing against your as he gives you a nuzzle like a big, aging tabby cat.
“See?” he grumbles, still holding you against his warm body. “Free hugs any time you want ‘em.”
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