[He doesn't mind it when Jack squirrels his way into his lap, raising his hand to rub warm fingers along his back comfortingly. Hiccup keeps his husband close, even as he hears that with the guilty tone of Jack's voice. He buries his nose into the crook of a neck, indoor picnic forgotten as he presses reassuring kisses to Jack's throat, pulling his head back to look at him.]
It was only a couple of months ago for me. [The words are murmured guiltily, caught in his throat before he clears it, fingers grazing up to Jack's chin to brush the backs along his jaw.] I could jog your memory, if you'd like...?
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It was only a couple of months ago for me. [The words are murmured guiltily, caught in his throat before he clears it, fingers grazing up to Jack's chin to brush the backs along his jaw.] I could jog your memory, if you'd like...?