Stensland is warm and he is soft. His hair smells like strawberries, and in a moment of weakness Clyde reaches out, pushing it from Stensland’s face.
It is exactly as soft as he imagined.
Stensland mumbles, pressing his nose into Clyde’s neck, and as he starts to drift off, Clyde can’t help but smile.
“Where You Lead” by @moonwalkingcrab is a perfect Clydeland fic that I couldn’t help but draw for. What can I say, I have a weak spot for those two soft boys and Emma’s amazing writing ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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