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Harley sighs, dropping himself onto the couch. He shifts until his head in in MJ's lap, nuzzling against her thighs. He's had.. a day.
He's not used to being able to just.. hold people. He never really got this growing up. Fortunately, now he has his awesome girlfriend.
"No," MJ says. She half-attempts to push him off her, only for him to roll back to where he'd just been.
With a whine, he wraps an arm around her waist. "Jus' let me lie here for a li'l bit, sunshine.." Apparently his plea works, because she doesn't push him away again.