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Smith paused at the sight laid out before him - Trott was curled in the windowsill, quiet, watching the rainstorm that ravaged the city outside. He was wearing the thigh high socks Ross had found for him the week before (blue and dotted with walrus faces), cotton shorts, and one of Smith’s old, ragged t-shirts. A mug of coffee balanced in his lap.
The selkie started as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, then lifted a hand to hold onto one of Smith’s forearms. “Hello, sunshine,” he murmured.
“H’llo.” Smith nuzzled into his hair, pressing himself closer. Trott sighed and leaned back into him, closing his eyes. “What’re you looking at? There’s nothing out there,” the kelpie asked, lifting his head.
“Nothing. The rain, I guess. Where’s Sips?”
“Asleep. He was out late with his bowling mates again. I swear, Trott, if he...” Trott could practically hear the roll of Smith’s eyes, knowing that the kelpie got restless when their king stayed away too long.
“-Trott.” The selkie looked up, realizing he’d spaced out again. Smith was looking at him now, inquisitive. “You alright, mate?”
Trott tipped his head back and nuzzled against Smith’s jaw, and smiled. “Yeah. I’m great, sunshine.”